Icy like the sweat that wakes me from my dreams,
Salty like skin pushed under by the tides,
Cracked like the play dough left out and forgotten.
Salty like skin pushed under by the tides,
Cracked like the play dough left out and forgotten.
Hanging on to things that don't exist has left me exhausted.
I push through the shell of who I once was,
Pieces of self fall to the earth and crumble like the dust I am.
I push through the shell of who I once was,
Pieces of self fall to the earth and crumble like the dust I am.
Organic and old, ordinary and original.
This isn't what you think,
Your thoughts far from this, far from us, further than we could ever have imagined.
This isn't what you think,
Your thoughts far from this, far from us, further than we could ever have imagined.
Hot like the days I'll never forget, lost in the melting pot of mindfulness.
Sweet like the beauty that was held beyond reason, foolish was I.
Malleable like the future we hold, these hands will shape us all.
Sweet like the beauty that was held beyond reason, foolish was I.
Malleable like the future we hold, these hands will shape us all.
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