you‘re still here in my arms
as I hold something dying
it must be the wind
but I think you were crying
we‘ll both make it out
they told us already
just know that I‘ll miss it
the life that we buried

no one outside of it could ever realize how damaging it can be to see yourself changing and morphing in the lights and reflections
looking for the key to finally see who you are
begging to be able to see yourself from someone else’s eyes just once
and then
then you would finally see the whole picture
then you would know
so you look for ways to create the key yourself
the lenses and angles
the profiles and sides
but none them ever really align
sometimes you‘re close
and you hope that it‘s true
but the next glimpse destroys it
the world crumbles
and so do you
but life isn‘t lived in pictures
reflections aren’t always true
it‘s more than the eyes can see
it‘s you

the quiet ones survive the chaos
the loudest become part of it
you’re the only thing I‘ve gotten right
you‘re right about a lot of things
I‘m stumbling through the forests loudly
but you can climb and run and make me
see myself so highly
but then you leave and then you let me
fall again, and time is slowing down
while you‘re still high above the ground
But you‘re too ashamed to take a look at me now

the wings that grew on my shoulders
were yours once.
and now that I’m older
I know pain returns in waves, not in tides,
you rarely expect it
but it consumes all your life

but your nerves and your bones
never forget their cries.
and your phantom pain calls you
to make me the one you despise.

but there are moments of glory
in both of our eyes
in those we are great
undefeated through times

they‘ll have to last longer
to still the hunger
long enough for both of us to fly
to the other side and to land

And for once I‘m seeing the signs
the light and the echos
that called me all along
just wait for me now
soon I‘ll be home

I‘ll take everyone with me
who‘s ever been kind
all the stolen feathers I hold
I‘ll blow into the wind
and know they‘ll arrive
back at their beginnings
back at the tides
that took the forgiveness
and swallowed the light

but new waters started running
and now it‘s alright

I think that I feel lost
although I don’t have the right.

dad, it’s scary how you think of me.
I might just be a monster for part time,
but I found that all the walls I built
would simply leave me trapped.

I never learned
how to make someone feel loved.
I stumble all over myself
and I still won’t talk.

I love you, but hate
how I can’t get it out.
you don’t know what it’s like
when your words seem to drown
in the waves I never survived,
and the splashes that woke me at night—
like a ship that sailed
but never arrived.

but I’d mean it,
if I could show you my mind.

it would break even anchors to watch it:
your eyes slowly turning to stone.

and I admit I could have delayed this—
but maybe I was simply too young.

now I’m so cold,
but the air is no different,
and somehow there’s so much that’s missing.

as a monster in part time
I hope that some things pass me by.
but look at me, I waited,
I stayed, but it didn’t make anything right.

I can’t run away from the water
But I‘m afraid that I will drown once I swim
Lately I just sit on the shore and I wonder
what more does it take to go in?

You know, I used to be floating
above all of the waves
and it really was simple
but I lost all my strength

It‘s not me who could do it
it was someone who faded through time
but where do I find her?
will she ever be mine?

I am nothing but a body still
I‘ve never been
and never will

yet, for once I thought
they might understand
but there I was
my head buried in my hands

and shivers went through the parts of my body they touched
wrinkles started to form on my face
the ones you only get from pain

so long I ran
and finally, no one came