I want to have a slow dance


to the rapid, calm and fragile rhythms of my breaths


to the song humming with every beat of my heart


all by myself


in a dim lighted room


and there
…

I dance to the wondering ghosts


and there…


would be a sizzling sound 
in my head


like how the heat sounds


like how my grandfather’s radio sounds


in my head
…

ruining my head


like my oldest childhood nightmare


and I…


I could die, 
but I don’t…


and I…

listen to


what the wild silence is telling me


and I
…

I start to treasure existence

-


It’s my defeated battle

to kill all the doubts


it’s my defeated battle

that makes my soul so old;

as old as the trees

so young;

as young as a bird that didn’t learn to fly

I fight to die worthy


for that I wish to have things


rather than them have me


I want to know


how it feels to know


To think that I don’t want no more,
in all of this big old world…



"Cause I’d love to feel loved, but I can’t stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
I thought that I was close but under further inspection
It seems like I’ve been running in the wrong direction!”
                                                             - Passenger

"Cause I’d love to feel loved, but I can’t stand the rejection

I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection

I thought that I was close but under further inspection

It seems like I’ve been running in the wrong direction!”

                                                             - Passenger