What about the comfort of truth?
Longing is a constant companion
The longing for heaven that I carry
It's heavy
Who are You, and what does it mean to be a human?
This flower shows her face now and then
But the blooming takes a lifetime
It never really fades
In fact, it's more potent with age
You get stripped, whipped till you release
The need to be unhappy
But life's circumstances have no patience
Sometimes the lights go out
They just go out and you can't even shout
Because no ones here to hear
Except you and me my dear
The other within
Under a thin cloud of skin
Rip and mingle your inner oceans
Make more beautiful potions
Make something out of nothing
Be the spark in the dark
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