You've filled your pretty head With a million excuses and lies. Stop wasting your breath; I've seen and heard it all a million times. Sorry, little boy, but you're not as cute as you think. You may think you're water in a desert, But I'm not desperate enough to drink. Because I may be lonely, but I'm not alone.
Are you afraid? You're not alone. Are you hungry? Cold? You're not alone. Are you barely making it between paydays? I'm sure you can guess where I'm going with this. You may not want to connect with anyone. But just know: You may have been alone before. But things have changed; Your boat's not empty anymore.
if we sat inside a square and someone were to point out the corners counted them assigned them names and listed them alongside other examples as if they were trying to tell us that it was a square could we believe them?
so we are now dreaming but sleepily awake in our own confusion drifting once again between reality and fantasy it's almost weightless and we feel so fast and warm
wrangling emotions to suggest they are important when we can't tell each other that they aren't distorted there exists a lens in the heart of the mind's eye that seeks to bend the light that beams from the source pure brightness that feels the way a sunburn does that if left unchecked might just leave a scar
can we be the sunscreen to each others hearts so that we might protect one another from stars that bleed the light that could sear sensitive skin so we can hope to make our broken selves somewhat whole again