And if you’ve been close enough to feel my breath you know my lungs are full of cold fire
Reassurance not withstanding that I know nothing and speak nothing to which I cannot reside
So instead I sit and pretend and reel and grow old behind a young mans eyes
We lived in shades of green
Found holdings in a prairie scene
Noted carvings in our careless dreams
I spoke of beauty without knowing what it means
Until now
We Are the Same.
Do you see how when you veil the light it becomes muted and surrounding? Now when you take the blind away your light is revealed to be something entirely pointed and hollow. The bulb serves no purpose of universal illumination, its reason being of protection and environment. How is it we think of such things as bringing us light? Such is it with our bodies and minds. My body is a veil through which my mind may shine. These heart shaped filaments say nothing.
