particles form linguistic dances around me meaninglessly strung together they sing (the sentences form but i dont think they mean anything) painting you a picture / a rorshach test beauty that I can't express
hope once more that we can find the words and I'm all out of ideas under skies that never clear clouds above and clouds inside careless clouds
as i think; the world seems so clear as i speak; the lights are on one end of the luminosity spectrum that my eyes have not adjusted for
fall down. i'm too weak to stand up. i can't ask for help. the dirtiest secret that i've been dying to share. expressions on your face can't be faked.
write it down
i recognize the clouds that make the sky so dull (i feel so down) i memorized the taste of my tongue when it's tied (why can't i speak) i recognize the lights that make it hard to see (why can't i see) i flash back to every time i couldn't speak