Are we not beautiful?
Even beneath our masks,
Gifting our hearts and hiding the fear?
Are we not vulnerable and capable?
Do you see they bring smiles
to hide the pain?
and yet we cry
to the deep blue sea
as we weep
“Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands. When all the world’s airbrushed it’s a sacred bond of trust.
Sometime I see right through the scenery. The first place that’s on my mind, the last place I find each time. Sometimes I swim beyond scenery. Sea moves as mercury to break its perfect skin, to dare to die from within.
Sometimes I see much more than’s good for me. The first thing that’s on my mind the last place I look each time. Sometimes I slip inside imagery, and the last thing that’s on my mind’s the first thing I’ll do each time.
Stars racing to burn out. A storm beginning to break, trees standing black against the sky. This was inevitable.
Sometimes we can see beyond our history the last place you hope to find, the one that’s been there all the time.”