“If you want to be whole
then first let yourself become broken”
Have there been truer words spoken?
Hoping to open the vault of my soul
To unleash the flames of the feelings that’s smoking
They’ve collected
I feel that I’m choking
Them down
and on them simultaneously
It’s a lie to think the spirit is something the brain defeats
We can’t delete
Even if we’re numb to it
its Gepetto playing strings
The shadow conductor aiming dreams