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.