Today I wish to be silent,
and hear only wind rustle over my ears.
My blood cannot handle voices
or it will boil through my skin
which trembles from the vastness
of the Void
which my dreams have become,
stained by reality’s harsh sunlight,
nothing like soft summer,
only jaded delights
and comfortable sadness.
I repose in this silent day,
bathe in the distance and melancholy
I’ve created.
Mountain breeze and car alarms
replace my hometown melodies,
my childhood dream security
becomes anxious tranquility.
I wish to exist outside of my heart,
which owns the broken nostalgia
of my soul
like waterfalls of sun
pouring through windowpanes
that I can never move beyond
or my spirit will burn to ash.
Say you understand me,
and lock me in your arms,
don’t let me go so easily
or I’ll believe you’ve barely wanted me.
I step on white hot pavement,
the road to Central Station,
paths in all directions,
I want to float into the sky.
you don’t know how to handle me,
or how to contain love,
the shortage deep inside of you
disintegrates my empathy.
I sense you walking far from me,
the Void between us widening,
tracing back our steps in time,
back to the lonely beginning.