This is a collaboration with Erika Wright and Mario Castelli

I don't know how and I don't know when it ends,

I don't know what and I don't understand why it begins,

It starts and stops, repeating the same 'ol sins;

Forever circling 'round and 'round leaving much unsaid.

These strings that have held on for so long,

Singing tales of kin reaching every corner of the globe;

Most are unnamed, though all are known,

Through this feeling, this reading of lines seen only by my eyes,

Invisible in nature but many colors I see.

If it's normal why do I feel wrong?

Planted seeds of your soul, watered and nurtured,

Each seedling sprouting into something beautiful;

To watch and feel as each petal sprouts.

Is it a curse to feel too much,

To watch yourself fall, falling,

Never to be understood but to understand;

All the while hoping for the anxiety to cease and find another host

Hope for all emotion to drip away and water a newer generation

In the end, I realize there are no real answers to any of the questions I pose,

No logic, no reason, and no transcendental prose,

Time is said to heal all wounds, but it's a lie that, leaves a scar only you can reach.

Something no one else knows but is only felt.