Hyper-extended psyche
I begin to fade out into a pile of sordid shavings
Speckled and cracked, like paint peeling from a wall
Listless I fight the urge to concede
Like reeds in a riverbed run dry
I endure the turmoil
I hold my head high
What I don’t know is more important than what I do
What I do know, is that I forgive you
That Which Is Safe
That Which Is Safe
Miasma
We Build Our Castles In the Air
We Build Our Castles In the Air
Understanding Healing
A Thousand Words
But a Sound
Understanding Healing
Impulses
But a Sound
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
A Thousand Words
All The Things I Was Too Scared To Say
One Day We Will No Longer Hurt
If You Are Reading This
If You Are Reading This
All The Things I Was Too Scared To Say
One Day We Will No Longer Hurt