I’m ready. I’m ready. I thought I was ready. Mistaken adrenaline. Don’t mistake me.
Only I think I’m crazy. I only think I’m crazy.
We have different definitions for the same thing. I don’t think I’m lying.
It’s not that I don’t have something important to say. It’s just that I don’t know how.
Misguided reliance. I never wanted to have to explain that, or especially defend it.
Don’t make me relive my life. I’ll open up, but on my terms.
I’ve started more than I’ll ever finish. It’s okay. It’s okay to have a thought and lose it.
Caught in a moment of inspiration, I fall into a gap in nature.
Even when the words don’t come, I pretend they’re always here.
Focused imagination, lacking concentration.
Harsh words from strong voices, pouring from nothing into nothingness,
Helping me to blur the lines between shadows.
When I’m gone, I’m forgotten. I need this time to myself. It’s only real when I decide it is.
If I decide it is. I could do that. But you didn’t.
I only want to change the world.
Preparation House