The messenger signals in strange ways, the doubt I have always comes from within.

Creeping up in a dark wave like a tsunami, a tidal wave じゃなくって an overwhelming, powerful, tsunami.

Every time you get scared you start loving him again

He saw it,

The response is strange,

I can never explain it in terms you will understand but he said

Go to sleep, I’ll tell you in the morning.

By morning I wasn’t scared anymore,

Time and space caught up in a strange balance of

I did as he urged,

And this was the answer

Now I’m sitting at this table and thinking

But I still love you

So my doubt was just self hatred come to swallow me

Because I still love you, just these things tend to express themselves at the same time

That’s a coincidence

He’s right you know.

So be he some dream that manifests in strange ways every day every way

He’s the wind that caresses my cheek when I feel like I’m about to break again and

Insists

That just because I’m a crybaby doesn’t mean the tears mean nothing,

And he’s the one who allows for the one who talks me to sleep

In this strange treaty with him,

My guardians,

I would crying without them.

They have proof of that now.

Apparently the laugh was worth it.

Hey, you over there who I can’t even dream will ever read this because I can see that you have somebody

I still love you.

Fucker.

I still love you so much it hurts.

You don’t have a category anymore.

Keep that in mind.

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