Holding
Candicen anxiety and purely in the walls of a painful shower room
In the lucidity of exposure
Eyes, radiating like hallucinative memories

No one understands my eyes
I'm alone in the corner and water falls
It’s grey and blue, and I quiver because it is all going to be okay
The torches burn only being more beautiful in that

Where moonlight will shine on my hands?
Someday
These are tiles and I can

I speak the words louder and faster
Why the red hair falls so happily but for me
It doesn’t matter

Akathisia shaking and frantic
Burning again the rooms in centuries of light through glass
Greens of 14th memories
I cry in my dreams

I'm so alone and I'm wounding myself
I cut at myself and there here afain the walls the room
The room the holding of something so fragile in hope

But I know
I know
I know
I know