electric forest

  Being with you to you I’m an option When you fill my every need and more  My broken heart just like your missed mention Insignificant  I think I’ve lost my mind but I know I’m in love  So what if i sacrifice to hold your hand I know it’s obvious I’m wearing thin but your loves everything so I can’t love you even though I do  Even if I push you away you’re always within reach If I abandon my self, give up my shine for you the irony is that i still envy you  I can’t relax even if I’m shattered  You can always rest assured that an “I love you”  Even if insincere will keep me holding on Does that bother you at all I guess I’ve lost my mind but it’s my kind of love It doesn’t matter you say I’ll suffer and call it love I’m so dumb.  Before I’m snuffed out if I never heal I’m sorry but  I can’t love you even though I do  Even if I push you away you’re always within reach If I abandon my self, give up my shine for you the irony is that i...

  Electric Forest There’s no trail ahead of me— so how do I keep finding my way, or is that a lie I’m told in organic Morse coding. Do I see a face I know just up ahead, or are the fireflies playing with my lack of sleep. I think I hear my name again— or maybe that’s the forest saying danger, am I— or in? I can’t change now where I am, just like these ancient roots. I know I’m as foreign as electricity. I’m not looking to ruin you— but maybe you can save me. The Forest Speaks You always come asking. For peace, for mercy, for meaning. But your hands—your hands never arrive empty. You scorch my skin to light your candles, then cry when the smoke stings your eyes. You call yourselves creators, but every poem you write bleeds sap from me. (A pause—wind trembles, leaves hush.) Still… you listen now. You’re quiet, for once. Maybe that is the start of saving. Not yours. Not mine. Just the sound of breathing without burning. The Traveler ...