a capital letter

maybe there's hope for me afterall

distant persistent beats

reverse . . . reverse . . . reverse

if i only could . . .

i dreamt of fire

i wake to fire

stretch out my hand into the young, bright, & golden ray

finger wrapped in brown bandages

i stand there staring at how i could find something so mundane so wonderful . . .so romantic . . .so beautiful

i slowly tilt my hand & turn it so that my palm is facing the pale-painted ceiling

i slowly open my palm, outstretching my fingers, then gently close it again as if to catch the ray

rays . . .a byproduct of fire

something beautiful can come of something terrifying

i need fresh air

morning air is filled with purity, a life unlived, untouched, untainted, unknown . . .

filled with dew & songs of birds & innocent light

maybe there is hope for me afterall

Why do u think it's raining,
It's Ma ganga's calling,
She's waiting for his returning,
And reminding us,
That he's gonna be leaving,
And also that he'll be coming,
The next year when it will be raining.

“i love you too, mom”

And slowly slowly I replaced you with my words.

[intro verse]
you were good
made me believe
said no need to worry,
she's just a friend, relief . . .

[chorus]
now i stand in disbelief
heartbroken one million three
pieces fractured into dust
but your love just turned into lust . . .

now i stand in disbelief
hands on hips
& lips to lips
missing you, your heart, your kiss
you said there's "nothing to miss" . . .

[acoustic outro verse]
you were good
made her believe
she was your world
your love
and safe
"she's my best friend", sigh
but it was always a lie . . .