getting naked in blurry visions of life
Crawl my way into a new life
I’m gonna
Crawl my way into a new life…
I’m gonna?
crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl
My way into a new life…
No I’m not. But I want to.
Desperately under the impression as the new sun arrives,
there must be a stripped down version of yourself that you present the incoming wrinkles of wind with.
A naked you, a neud you, a new you.
God forbid we stay in the same skin for too long.
God forbid we learn to love ourselves.
God forbid you honour where you are.
When the going gets too tough,
when you can’t stand to stay in the itchy crevices of your skin,
you follow me and together we
Crawl our way into a new life
We’re gonna?
No.
There is no such thing as a new life.
Blurry visions of yourself
Of the future
Of the people around you.
You say you want to run further in time,
but you want to run back.
Join me in the escapade,
I’ll drunkenly meet you on the wet streets of Queen
21 year old independence surging you back
Good company? We love it.
The earth cries joy and we dance in warm tears
Honouring the moment
Honouring ourselves.
What a beautiful tale of a one-night friend.
Slowly we will ride the energy back into the present
I will softly rest you down as you crawl your way into this life.
Cover Photo by Zeeshaan Shabbir.