My own shadows playing out
across pure skin...

My heart; what is a heart?
Solemn time-keeper...

Walls like tomatoes,
Shelves of books, I'm wrapped in...

In the heat, my whole self is ice cream, melting.
The mirror in my mind screams atrocities...

It's three AM.
He's awake, sitting up in bed...

You tore down your dreams today.
Had them hung up, but now they're thrown away...

It's dark out and my alarm clock is beeping.
I scramble to the foot of my bed to silence it...

Who was there, and why is it okay?
But not for me...

This isn't about
Am I Capable...

This is me,
with my love and fear of the quiet...

A string of words?
Yes, and what I see...

Send me off into the sky
together we might truly fly...