Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Blow out all the candles


You're too old to be so shy.
Do not chase people.
...

It feels like there is this paradox. (...and isn't that all of life? paradoxes... and either way you lose) 
That we're being either too shy. Or chasing after the wind. 

Fear. vulnerability. rejection. the losing of the self.
It's easier for everyone to not know who you are.

Just a young heart confusing my mind
But we're both in silence

This time of transition. Of closing. Or moving "on." As it approached, seeing it coming closer, it looked as it there would be this great release of pressure. 
And yet here we find ourselves overwhelmed with it all.

Blow out all the candles

Well, I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy


[Candles-Daughter]