I shift words around and juggle them into place, wondering if it would make any meaning, wondering if it would be even close to the catastrophe I have brewing within me. Every time I seem to ink down something they are smothered with the same sense of insanity as I suffer from inside. I tried to hide them. The words started getting shrouded by denial and dipped in falsity. So, now I fall back to my insanity to bring back those days when the pages were drowned with the echoes from the place I never called the heart.
Dirty inked hands, hair I let get ruffled by the wind because I am wind within too. A soul that sings fortissimo when you are an arms-length away. My mind always wanted to write your name down on a paper and let the paper drift in the wind, free as your heart, but I never got the details right, you were always hiding in the spaces I left between the letters out of habit.
So, now every night I end up writing pages and screaming on dim-lit stages that You are the melancholy of the beautiful book endings that burn before you finish them. You burn the nights to day.
I fill You up in the cracks and crevices of my broken existence. In the cracks you explode like you hold a million stars alive within you and I hold you in my eyes. I am the fading light up there in the forgotten window, You act like I am shining a beacon to pull you home, but the truth is without choice or regret you will always be the beacon drawing me near. As I play with words now, as I twist them in the air, set them on fire and watch them go aflame I say, "I will not promise to travel light, I travel with a baggage hard to comprehend but for you I will always make space! I will crisscross paths with a million demons again to find the spot beneath the veiled sky in the vicinity of the heart I heard miles away!" You hear every thing I
have to say and as a smile curls around your lips and kisses your eyes, You turn away and murmur "Word Bender"
Dirty inked hands, hair I let get ruffled by the wind because I am wind within too. A soul that sings fortissimo when you are an arms-length away. My mind always wanted to write your name down on a paper and let the paper drift in the wind, free as your heart, but I never got the details right, you were always hiding in the spaces I left between the letters out of habit.
So, now every night I end up writing pages and screaming on dim-lit stages that You are the melancholy of the beautiful book endings that burn before you finish them. You burn the nights to day.I fill You up in the cracks and crevices of my broken existence. In the cracks you explode like you hold a million stars alive within you and I hold you in my eyes. I am the fading light up there in the forgotten window, You act like I am shining a beacon to pull you home, but the truth is without choice or regret you will always be the beacon drawing me near. As I play with words now, as I twist them in the air, set them on fire and watch them go aflame I say, "I will not promise to travel light, I travel with a baggage hard to comprehend but for you I will always make space! I will crisscross paths with a million demons again to find the spot beneath the veiled sky in the vicinity of the heart I heard miles away!" You hear every thing I
have to say and as a smile curls around your lips and kisses your eyes, You turn away and murmur "Word Bender"
