I dream of you
sometimes
even though
I don't know
who you are.
My dream.
Are you out there
somewhere?

we wanted to grow up
oh how badly did we want
to grow up
to grow old
to be better.
if only someone had told us
that's not how it works.
we just grow old
things don't go better
and we'll just feel worse

I can hear
hearts beating
and souls whisper
but I can't bear
to hear
your name
spoken out loud.
Because you are
what my soul whispers
and my heart beats for

My art
is not about me
but the images I speak,
about the pictures
I paint of the sea
or the many night skies
that you see
about the people
I described
and the words
that I've combined
and soon you'll find
that the meaning behind
my art
is not about me
but what you seek

it's this fear
this kind of dread
that things are bound
to go wrong.
cause it's been
going good
for way too long.
surely
it's about time
I take the misery
that everyone else has been feeling
and make it mine

And they came to me
and asked
"Is this
what you imagined?"
And I said
"Yes.
But only in my nightmares"

step by step
getting closer
steadily
slowly
until there's another step
and stepping stone
in my way