To record myself on a tape, is to watch raging drums.
Furthermore, to spectate my dreams it would be like watching the flow of the Nile river.
Dreams, spaces, tears flowing by. Everything is as it should be.
How you rip me, like paper, paper is now my skin. Soft but lethal your love is, dropping emotions in different shelves, each a memory that has floated by.
Cut me like a pie, each piece going to you.
Going nowhere, I am going nowhere.
Stuck in time, but in time I was released from my mind.
Blind sighted, love is blind and so is my heart.
From these whispers I hear, I am not ready.
To love myself is my goal, to care, and nurture.
I will find peace.