glasses raised high upon your dream that clashes and clink between nightmares and pretty things
you’re afraid of the noises that they make so you shut the door, and leave them in the hallway birds chirping and voice echoing your head
choirs singing songs you don’t admire anymore rhythm that fades as you steady your step
‘this is what you have to do’ you knitted your fingers as they tangled your hair very cautious as you held someone else’s hand
once more you tell yourself ‘this is what I have to do’ I have to let go of my perched that bleeds cosmos when it’s midnight and the mess of outlining colour when the day meets the end
I have to let go of my old self and the ones I desperately wished to come back I have to let go of my worry and self consciousness when it comes to a hopeless story