My heart hardens, crispier, toastier, blacker until it crumbles by my fist.
I am falling, falling in my own puddle of questions and doubts and fears.
Until Your voice speaks.
“Jesus,” I barely can hear my own voice utter compared to yours.
I look up, my eyes crystallized from just simply your golden presence.
And my heart swells, bigger and bigger, wobbling and bobbing like it’s being blown like a balloon.
And I open my mouth and a note rings out as tears glimmer on my lashes.
The world seems clearer, when you are speaking to me.
When I sing to you, my heart grows soft again.