devour this hour.
yet again, i am feeling stupid over the gap that is my heart.
i am completely devoid of any sort of strong feelings.
pray pray
where is this temple that i am searching for?
i wonder if i ever would stop
being myself.
because its a long, low, fucked up curse.
one fine morning, i should wake up
and wonder, " who am i?'
and pretend that she (would i be an i? or it?) do not exist.
then i would walk the steps of another.
talk the ways of a friendly stranger.
think the thoughts,
those thoughts.
if i started running now
how far do i have to catch up
and how much do i have to cover.
if only my
invisible you were here.
because in your cradle,
i would find solace.
because,
because,
u suffice me.
and because,
i have been searching
far too long.
for a stranger,
a bitter longing,
a yearn
a natural progression.
a timeline?
and i grow so weary.
i am completely devoid of any sort of strong feelings.
pray pray
where is this temple that i am searching for?
i wonder if i ever would stop
being myself.
because its a long, low, fucked up curse.
one fine morning, i should wake up
and wonder, " who am i?'
and pretend that she (would i be an i? or it?) do not exist.
then i would walk the steps of another.
talk the ways of a friendly stranger.
think the thoughts,
those thoughts.
if i started running now
how far do i have to catch up
and how much do i have to cover.
if only my
invisible you were here.
because in your cradle,
i would find solace.
because,
because,
u suffice me.
and because,
i have been searching
far too long.
for a stranger,
a bitter longing,
a yearn
a natural progression.
a timeline?
and i grow so weary.
