2010-10-19
silversoul
We gather matters of the heart
So we can act a fool
It's incomplete without you
The sliver soul is running through
It's a vision
complete illusion yea
It is happening again.
Slightly terrified; have to chill the fuck out; need to reel it in a bit. Slow your roll. It's hard to, though, when you see all this potential and promise in a situation, when your fumbling hands are all too eager to pour your easter eggs into a basket. You've been toting them around for so long, looking for spots to place them. They grow heavy, your arms weary and restless, but not about to dump them all in one place, especially not a place where they might crack or tarnish.
The needle on the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coil
It gathers heat without you
Whether or not you're turned from it,
It's a quick turn
to let us in yea
This basket is just right, so it seems. And that's probably the scariest part.
All signs point to yes.
The bodies lying in the sand
They're moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us in
Feel it moving through our skin
It's a sickness, infinite quickness yea
I'm just going to try to breathe slowly, and not get caught up in the dream of it. There is work to do, there is an otherwise life to be lived. But I kind of just want to re-experience various versions and derivations of our night together, repeatedly, for a long while. Because I think it could really sustain and fulfill both of us. But we'll see. I feel feverish... it's a sickness, an infinite quickness.
leesah-likes at 1:01 a.m.