stray from what you know, from the rights and wrongs, from the rituals, it’s all their hearsay.
there’s a voice inside you, and a heart that channels, it tells you what works, listen to it sometimes.
reclaim your nonpareils.
stray from what you know, from the rights and wrongs, from the rituals, it’s all their hearsay.
there’s a voice inside you, and a heart that channels, it tells you what works, listen to it sometimes.
reclaim your nonpareils.
a cloud passes above me
and fog settles around
I used to be scared of its presence
and of the chance of rain
but now I welcome it
for the limits of the foreseeable
are also a blessing in disguise
because not only can I not see what is in front of me
I also cannot see what is behind
and the travelled road
is torturous
but there’s a hand I hold when I leave this world
and it gives me hope
hope like no other
hope that reincarnates
in every moment
in every breath
it gives me strength
when I see nothing at all
because one day
I will see you