the lyrics of aloneness


                                                  
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Am I alone because I’m different? Or am I different because I’m alone?

the lyrics of aloneness

Have I woken up?

Have I woken up

Have I woken up into a dream?

Have I woken up into a dream? Or am I still asleep in reality’s womb?

Heavy-eyed whimsy came to me

Heavy-eyed whimsy came to me tucked

Heavy-eyed whimsy came to me tucked in crepuscular sleeves,

and since then I haven’t stopped came to me tucked in crepuscular sleeves,

and since then I haven’t stopped searching for stray snowflakes in crepuscular sleeves,

and since then I haven’t stopped searching for stray snowflakes under

and since then I haven’t stopped searching for stray snowflakes under the summer sun.

Almost like a swarm of dragonflies,

Almost like a swarm of dragonflies, dr

Almost like a swarm of dragonflies, drrrrr

Almost like a swarm of dragonflies, droning vapidly

Almost like a swarm of dragonflies, droning vapidly before an afternoon shower.

Behind the curtained windows that

Behind the curtained windows that h i d e t h e p a s t

Behind the curtained windows that h i d e t h e p a s t,

Behind the curtained windows that d t p i h r s e e t s i e l n l t

Behind the curtained windows that d t p i h r s e e t s i e l n l t,

Behind the curtained windows that p r t h e s a g f u t u r e,

I play the piano.

I play the piano.

I play the piano.

I am played by the piano.

Chopin glares at me

Chopin glares at me through the dust-smitten keys

Chopin glares at me through the dust-smitten keys as my fingers falter-

- errors that sing angrily,

- errors that sing angrily, aimlessly sketching

- errors that sing angrily, aimlessly sketching black-and-white portraits

- errors that sing angrily, aimlessly sketching black-and-white portraits of a melodious misfit.

But there are no walls left

But there are no walls left to marry this portrait,

no mouths to praise

no mouths to praise its imperfect birthmarks.

It is as homeless as the rain that never fell,

and as fragile as the promises it had once made.

Because

Because clouds belong to the sky,

Because clouds belong to the sky, roots to the earth,

Because clouds belong to the sky, roots to the earth, and grief to the heart,

Because clouds belong to the sky, roots to the earth, and grief to the heart, and because

Because clouds belong to the sky, roots to the earth, and grief to the heart, and because I live in all of them,

Because clouds belong to the sky, roots to the earth, and grief to the heart, and because I live in all of them, but belong to none.

Not yet.

At least not yet.

- soulstitch

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