A picture of perfection,
The ideal smile and laugh,
You are an image of absolute joy,
The very idea of what we all should be.
But you aren’t real just an image,
You are the one that we try,
To kill ourselves to be just like,
And we always seem to fail.
A sickness you say,
Do you have it,
No I don’t,
That is half the battle.
The window I see,
The outdoors calling,
Come set me free,
I hear you wind,
And I am coming.
There are words that you no longer speak to me,
When you used to be far yet I held you near,
Now your voice has fallen silent thinking my ears deaf,
You are worried about something I can see it,
But you won’t tell me and you hide behind lies.
Some days it just feels like nothing,
Or it’s everything all at once,
We are neither here nor there,
But we are everywhere and nowhere at all.
Come to me,
Oh sweet release,
Let me rest,
Here in your peace,
Overflowing, washing clean,
Change my doubts,
Into what could be.
Let me speak from the heart,
For a moment lend me your ear,
Don’t rush into saying something,
You aren’t sure yet that you feel.
Come here, close to me,
Lean in so that there is no space,
No distance that can come between us,
We are joining here in this secret,
We are coming together as one.
I have enjoyed getting to write reviews for the Examiner over the past couple months. I used to do it and just let it slip, but now I get to see and experience so many different things. I have enjoyed almost all the performances that I have been to and I look forward to all that I have yet to see.
‘Time Stands Still’ (review): Focusing on the choices we make