I would like to paint
my own letters
inbetween the pauses
of the lyrics
filled with significance
of nothingness
neither pitch black
or blending white
not even mixed washed grey
we are raised to see contrasts
but what if everything
is just tones of the same
entireness
so violent
the silence in my breath
and how it pushes me
down
we havent got it all worked out
for the road ahead
and I guess we can count ourselves lucky for that
when the clouds roll in
remember the warmth
beneath
I would like to write
to you
with our songs
everything I breathe
underneath my glances
do you also read
the emptiness
inbetween the sensations
I would like to tell you
what I see
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
I would like to paint
my own letters
inbetween the pauses
of the lyrics
filled with significance
of nothingness
neither pitch black
or blending white
not even mixed washed grey
we are raised to see contrasts
but what if everything
is just tones of the same
entireness
so violent
the silence in my breath
and how it pushes me
down
we havent got it all worked out
for the road ahead
and I guess we can count ourselves lucky for that
when the clouds roll in
remember the warmth
beneath
I would like to write
to you
with our songs
everything I breathe
underneath my glances
do you also read
the emptiness
inbetween the sensations
I would like to tell you
what I see