If your propose would have been irrelevant you would have  yearned for slumber, but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story  of how gold is being made.

Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..

And today is not a Moment existing beside my reality, it is the blood that is running through my veins, rising to the surface when in pain, rushing to unburden, heal my shame and remind me: In feeling there is gain.