irreversible
what does insomnia mean when the tears falling down my face signify the pain of being in love?
someday i want to look in on this world and know that i couldn't have done differently. they tell me that it is all determined. predetermined. was it in the stars? did i find him with the one that burned itself into oblivion?
when you ask me, please know that there is no response. listen just to hear, not to comprehend. when i tell you about laying on my magic floating-ship-on-the-sea bed with my toes crossed into contortion staring at the little girl swimming through the spring flowers, and when i ramble on about the subtlety that binds me to him until the next dimension, when i say "c'est comme bjork", when the pearls fall down to my ankles and i cannot breathe, and finally when the lonely tears fall, please understand that my life has changed completely. please understand that you cannot.
its like the time when steve zissou, along with the whole team surrounding his life, finds the jaguar shark. there is no returning from this moment. for now, is only now.
i pull back the pink curtains, twist open the door-pane that separates me from my new world, this life. where do you swim after an olympic pool? where do you eat after the premeditated birthday cake? this one time, he took my work, my life, and he made it into his song. his music, his melody, my words, my verse. c'est un melange inoubliable. i hide my sexuality only to make him understand that it is my world.
in between two languages lies a profound understanding. he cant put into french words what i cannot explain in english. but we peer, smiling, into a realm of energy in which words are senseless.
she sings, encircled in black, the writing on her hands is a trance. she moves like a sound wave.
someday i want to look in on this world and know that i couldn't have done differently. they tell me that it is all determined. predetermined. was it in the stars? did i find him with the one that burned itself into oblivion?
when you ask me, please know that there is no response. listen just to hear, not to comprehend. when i tell you about laying on my magic floating-ship-on-the-sea bed with my toes crossed into contortion staring at the little girl swimming through the spring flowers, and when i ramble on about the subtlety that binds me to him until the next dimension, when i say "c'est comme bjork", when the pearls fall down to my ankles and i cannot breathe, and finally when the lonely tears fall, please understand that my life has changed completely. please understand that you cannot.
its like the time when steve zissou, along with the whole team surrounding his life, finds the jaguar shark. there is no returning from this moment. for now, is only now.
i pull back the pink curtains, twist open the door-pane that separates me from my new world, this life. where do you swim after an olympic pool? where do you eat after the premeditated birthday cake? this one time, he took my work, my life, and he made it into his song. his music, his melody, my words, my verse. c'est un melange inoubliable. i hide my sexuality only to make him understand that it is my world.
in between two languages lies a profound understanding. he cant put into french words what i cannot explain in english. but we peer, smiling, into a realm of energy in which words are senseless.
she sings, encircled in black, the writing on her hands is a trance. she moves like a sound wave.