I was fine before I met you

I was broken, but fine...

I was lost and uncertain,

...But my heart was still m i n e

I was free before I met you

I was broken but free

All alone with a clear view

But now, you're all I see..

HEY, wait a minute

No, you can't do this to me, wait a minute

No, that's not f a i r...hey, wait a minute

You're on me like jewelry,

I really liked you, now i'm so scared!

should we care
if a kid is dying
or if a fish is flying
getting blind
once or twice
it's okay do you want
some Ice?

Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air?
Who told you that even air has depths?
Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths?
But then, the air is not shallow;
It is not deep, nor shallow;
How has the shallow air depths?

If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow;
If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth.
Now turn everything around:
The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it;
The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases-
It is all a tale of contrasting realities,
And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden?

Hidden?
If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness?
If it is visible, I cannot see it.
I cannot see it even when I see it.
After all, things visible are invisible,
And relatedness is a centrifugal force.

my skin is covered in green and
yellow and black and blue
fear grips me as much as love and
the memory of you is heavy on my mind

the colours that cover my skin (don’t?)
move and writhe and
the monsters haunt me at night
(they’re painted on my body and
we’ll never be free)

tangy blue taints my heart and
sometimes i
wake to the smell of
blood and destruction and
i don’t even mind at all

there’s a ghost in my chest and
a lock on my door and
i named them both after you