my extremities are bound to your mahogany desk - what seems to be your working space. for the first time they are rendered purposeless, just drifting in your current like a priceless tonic. heavy torrents out there but i can't hear them. i know no amount of downpour can water down the sinful scarlet we caught ourselves into. we're about to roam wild and free tonight, where only my mind could reach.

so you commanded me to be on all fours, leaving gaps between my lips:
"spit...
spit out poetry and banters into my mouth.
spit...
spit out bitter truth that is hard for the night to bear.
i'm all ears, but im not sure if my heart can take it."

with you, i become my own libertine.

I live on an island.
Just me and my 2.3 million thoughts.

It's getting crowded here,
I looked to the right,
and the money worries are in sight

I turn a corner,
there's housing waiting for an order

I spin around to the sound of my Independence,
crying with fear,
she may be about to be taken away

I look up and see my capabilities questioning me

I need my thoughts to stop all talking
This island is too full.
I want to get off

My finances are taking a hit
It's not my fault,
Not one bit

I can't take on anymore. My Island is about to sink

On the count of three… just stop.

cry,
cry yourself a river.
maybe then, you'll finally have a reason to build a bridge
and get over it.

A sense of belonging
Unexplainable and haunting
Relaxation, imagination
Magnificent creation

Each note pulls me in
Emotions so extreme
Time freezes,sadness melts away
No words describe it, nothing needed to say

An ambivalent world
Yet lucidly clear
Beauty in harmony
Truly sincere

Invincible yet weak
No darkness, no fear
The sound of music
Therapeutic, Majestic