it's a desire of mine
to be free from freedom
to be one with everything
to be nothing at all

it's a desire of mine
to run with the wind
to sink into the earth
to stand at the foot of you

it's a desire of mine
to give in to the sun
to feel the air
to be nothing at all

my thoughts I share
whether the world cares
I do not care
this me tryin not
to be insane

crossroads, tunnels, mazes
I found, myself lost
in myself...

a little girl looking out
in a woman's eye

trying so hard but
too weak for this world..

I am lost, lost inside
myself

while asleep I kissed you goodnight
then saw your little hands and hold it
within my own. it was so small my hand
covered all.

I then know, this hands will grow and so are the giggles and crying. Mummy this and mummy that.
so i lay a while beside you to remember you
as you are now

there is a familiarity I feel towards that old house.
With broken windows, cracked walls, dusty hallways and
loose boards.I sense it sighing when the wind blows, almost like
it will crumble.

Seeing the old house makes me feel this tag in my heart. so strong that my heart sunk and a deep ache rushes all over. a tear would drop at first and a next. And I always end up crying.

there is familiarity I feel towards that old house by road. and I  must take the short cut today.

im tired.
im tired of watching cuts slowly heal over and bruise.
im tried of begging for help.. silently.
im so tired.
i cant even hold my head up anymore.
but you know, im flexible.
you can pull me and i wont break.
not yet anyway