I am slumbering in a soft bed. I am dreaming of all my anxieties. I am waiting to awake again. Awake again. Awake again.
I am killing the late night harvest. I am slowing the big blue bin. If you try hard, you can hear my heartbeat. You can hear my heartbeat stops.
What beauty lies in your eyes. What lies I have often told myself. It keeps me moving on. Without my lies I will stumble and collapse.
You are everything to me. It is not like I can tell myself anything else. I need your strength to push me as I punish myself for everything else.
It is minutes of justice and hours of uncertainty. It hustles and bustles down the storm drain. It answers no questions about the end of sound. It creates a vortex into my sole endeavor – you.