Half of a night, a beautiful song kissing me to sleep
A body is always making itself present
Pain, a fundamental truth.
Incompletion, an unfortunate calamity,
Hearts sewed with a sloppy thread
Detached too quickly.
Cannot live with or without it, I know,
It's a relishing moment when I feel like a woman
A wonderful and horrifying creation,
Living.
My thoughts, feelings, words, all made up
And dismissed
By none other than myself
Yet I am proud I exist in a way that has made me so happy
Sometimes.
The song drains my soul of all the clouds tonight
I will crucially close my eyes to all that hurts me
I am happy, I am
Sometimes, sometimes. Alive.