Oh, the way the world whispers when you shut off the lights and open your heart.
it speaks to you in the wind
the goose bumps on your arms and legs
the smoke that tickles your eyelashes
it sings to you in the way your hands tremble
the way your legs shake and your knees buckle;
and when your heart is free and your eyes are open
I guess the weight of the world isn't so heavy after all.