I have never been more aware
of the turning of the universe
than right now, Here
in these moments.

And I cannot be aware of its turning
without the realization
that I, too, turn with it.

That we are,
all of us,
spinning

ever irreversibly forward

Things don’t exist just because we choose to believe in them. There’s a whole world out there that doesn’t flex to our perceptions of it, and I’d like to know it better. The truth, outside myself.

If I make up my mind now I may never get any real answers

I suppose
the thought of you came across my stage,
and I haven’t yet had the strength
to send it away

We all have things that linger
like ghosts
in our minds

And there is no switch we can throw
with which to drain them from ourselves

This, is how a heart breaks.
A hairline crack
up through the center

so subtle
you barely notice, at first,
that it’s dividing.

but with every beat
the crack rips deeper,
more crooked,
it never breaks clean.

and your heart must never stop and so,
you must endure the pull
of your own pulse,
as it tears in two

and there are days the ache
is unbearable,
where it seeps out
from between your ribs
and gathers, in the hollows of your throat

And I want you to know, that it’s okay
to fall inside yourself

for the pain to beat into you
like a cold, heavy rain

it’s ok, when you’re breaking,
to not feel alright.

I promise you that someday
you will

Trees are not just wood, stuck to the ground,
they’re the Earth breathing

and songs are more than variations of wave pressure,
they’re every feeling in our head, taking flight

Spring is not just a placeholder on our calendar,
it’s all the birds flying home

and you are more than your body, and your experiences,
you are the light inside them