For the life of me I cannot see why you bring such clarity with your dark eyes and laughter.
The tracks, they quiet with the sound of your voice. Shutting down one by one until the speed of my mind slows.
On one hand, a cosmic joke, never truly to be mine. On the other, a gift so rare I cannot help but find joy in what we are.
A contradiction in terms and a sweet sorrow. We are beautiful and strange, isolated and together. There is a belief, one for the other, that gives us the strength to be who we are.