What is my truth?
How can I express words I can’t even fathom?
What keeps me separate from everyone else?
I feel like an alien. An alien whose spacecraft just landed on planet Earth.
I live in a wasteland. There’s nothing here. Nothing but dried rocks and hardly anything salvageable.
I must come to terms with this chasm deep within myself.
It longs to be filled with something sweet, like the promise of love.
I’m wondering if such a thing exists for me. True love, that is.
If we’re not here to love then what are we here for?
Surely not the promises of glory or acclaim.
Nay, those aren’t the things I seek.
Sometimes I close my eyes and start to dig. I never know what I might excavate.
This land I live in is like an excavation site and new things turn up every day.
I must remain strong. It’s the way of this world.
Memories pushed to the side sit atop the surface. The only way out is through.
I feel like the prisoner in my own mind…
Longing to break free…
What’s it going to take to break this spell that’s on me?
What’s real and what’s fake? What’s true and what’s false?
Lines are blurred and I escape reason and dance a dance full of folly
Afraid of what the future holds. I’d do anything to hear a word of encouragement. To hear something comforting.
I feel like I’m defective. Must be something wrong with me…
I try to fix myself but if I’m the problem then how can I fix things myself?
I’m altogether burdened and long for respite.
Who will be the shoulder for me to lean on? Where can my soul find its peace at long last?
I search everywhere for answers, frantically, not a moment of rest, restlessly looking for the answer…
I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment. I’m so sorry that I’m thoughtless and think too much all at once.
I just want the song to echo. I want to feel it in my bones. I want to fly. I want the melody under my wings as I soar. A language that blurs barriers. Cultures becoming one. Things closing in on each other and becoming closer.
I find my power in my heart. Deep within my emotions.
I feel like I’ve been forgotten. Nobody bothers to keep up with me these days. I feel like an apparition. But I know I’m here for so much more. So… much more. I want to be all that I can be.
Then, why am I still asking for permission? The person I’ve been waiting for all along: Find them in me. I gain strength to fight another day. To live another day.
I don’t want to live as a coward. I want to take risks. I want to be bold. And proclaim it from the highest mountain.
Oh God, hear my prayer and establish me high above any worry or stress.
I long to be lifted up.
I long for the days of yesterday…
It seemed that I could feel with a huge capacity and the desire to create was enormous
I sing a song of yesterday and for a moment a ray of sun shines upon me where otherwise I’m caught in a storm
The mundanity of life. The same rituals. The same practices. I’m caught in an insane loop.
It feels like I don’t have control over some things. I think a lot about destiny. I think a lot about it and I wonder if I’m destined to fail. Maybe because I’m too weak willed, weak minded, too driven by emotions.
Strange, because I once thought that to be good. I don’t always know what to believe and I am caught in a vortex of futility. I long for my release.
Always thought I’d be the hero in my own story but I feel more and more like the villain with each passing day.
I think a lot about my own capacity. My own capacity to make it through things… Is it true this time that it’s withered? The confrontation I’ve longed for all my life. The test that was to come. Did I fail? Did I not make it? Did I miss the bus?
I think about these things all day and they become my mantra.
Any bit of hope is welcome. I can’t see in the dark and neither can you.
Song of songs call me home!
I approach you with the heart of a child
Your music is like magic to me
You’re like a siren the way your call informs the world around me
In a technologically advanced world, you remind me what it’s like to have an old soul
As the world revolves around us, we’re reminded more and more that it’s more than just about us
Let’s abandon selfish desires for something pure… Something unadulterated…
We trip up on words unspoken. Left to the imagination, what’s unassuming becomes visceral and amplifies with each quaking moment.
Allow me to come clean once and for all. I leave my filthy rags behind for some fine linen white robes.
Let’s endure this love everlasting. Making each moment for exciting than the previous one.