Notes of life

Do I really love you? Ow, what is love, what is love if it is hazy. What is love if it’s bitter, if it’s bleak and freezing. When silence overcome.

Re-inventing who we are. Re-loving who we are. Who we want to be. What society wants us to be. It’s killing me, it’s injuring me. As a worm grubbing his way down.

Mi. A wanton butterfly. Looking for the exit. A rollicking breeze with a taste of fear. Exit for freedom.

Fa-ilure in a box of forgotten memories. Pictures, voices, noices.

So-litude. In an open empty field. Morning dew on my skin. Surrounded by empty rocks. Surrounded by you.

La-titude of lost music notes, searching for unity, community and harmony.

Si-lence in the core of my heart. Embracing my deepest fear. My self-esteem.