Alive, the living
The human form composed
Blank spots
Pain and knots
Aging and disgrace
Little unknowns
Mixed with memories of love with conditions
Never knowing if being seen is real or unreal
Blank spots
Blocked spots
Deep anger, deep fear and regret
Deep, so deep
It stinks, it hurts
It's cold nothingness, mixed with blankness
It's hidden from existence
The darkness, the scar, the burn
From never being heard
Dark spots
Really dark, blank spots
The demise, the suffering, the lies
Uplift, don't drown
Mustn't go too deep
Deep down
Now
Lift up, submerge
Lift and lift and lift
Until sunshine pours in
Glittering gold
Soft spots, warm spots
Longing, needing spots
Of sunshine and happy days
Of feelings of love
Of Uncondition-love
Love that only exist in true form
The need to be, the need to slow
The need to feel not so alone
Soft spots, warm spots
Loving spots
Spots that love and love and love
Love that always seems be and never dies
But grows infinitely and internally, externally
Always
Mix them up
Black spots blank spots and gold spots
Steaks of glitter atop a dark canvas with miles in between
Painted like a twinkling night sky
Or moment held in time
That is some truth of the inside