I am forever walking a tightrope Between feeling nothing And feeling everything. I don’t know what’s worse, Drowning in a sea of endless despair Or never feeling the rain Cleanse my soul again.
it must have been light that invented my mind the light terrorizing my eyes so that I walk obsessed by beauty I am trapped inside the circles of time they grow and revolve in my tissues it must have been love like a pocket of darkness like the gravity that is so simple that we can't understand