[Semi-Hiatus] Brother of mine

You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.

A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

I have always lived violently…eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.

In her eyes I saw infinity.

When will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me?

I disappear I lost control My body’s moving all on it’s own I watch myself Walk away A foreign spirit took my place

Oh darling, can’t you see? I’m not even comfortable in my own skin.

We’re all plants from the seeds of space, We can’t hide from the taste of fate.