The past is a present I've already opened The future is glass Between the cracks I see non-lighted structures Do you understand that I'm not real sometimes? Today I feel whole but not together Today I feel heavy, relatively Today I feel like soft dirt spread across a lump of fire add water, mix and set to spinning in a void Whatever springs up will forget that you exist Today I feel like a forgotten goddess Today I am a beach, in rhythm with myself I don't need anything else but my rhythm and my sky I am my heartbeat Between the cracks in my eyes you'll feel unimaginable things It may take forever to remind you that you're real sometimes Today you seem mechanical again, magazine and success in your eyes Twitch to find your muscles Is it so strange to speak to the body you wear your whole life? Who is my skin? Left pieces of me everywhere today But tomorrow I'll eat them for energy and feel ripe again. Don't listen to me, this is just artistic expression.