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So

Who's

Afraid

Of

I'm here in daydreams Hands with the sound of violence I sit with a moment's clarity And my rage's sincerity Your music, my love, is the sound of my silence

My lover, A heartbroken clock Freezes and unfreezes my passing days My everlasting waste Is turned into something beautiful

And I feel everything As my limbs bounce and contract And I dance around in solitude With your music as the sound of silence

From my fingertips To the edges of your soul, Yours goes intertwined As my verses grow old

And I feel everything As my limbs go limp In ecstasy And time showers me clean Of all inanities

Flashes in lights A moment hand-painted in time But you and I draw within the lines

Pain brushes like shoulders touch And smiles fade into the sweetness of acceptance Purity comes from the gracious infectiousness Of living in parallels

Silence from the mouths With so much left to say Stillness from the feet With so much space to sway

A moment in time Where you and I draw the lines

A light in the porch Of the one Who always lights it

Because you know

But I know too

I've always emphasised how little words mean. They're just words. Letters put together to form syllables.

Funny coming from a writer, huh.

But words can lie. Words can be used with second intentions. Underlying desires of destruction. I don't trust them.

Ironic, right.

It is also comedic, the way I need words. The way I yearn for them. The way I wake up and eagerly wait for them to drape over me. Cause that's how it happens. They just come to me.

But words lie.

I think people forget that in order to create something, they must first live.