I cried myself to sleep
last night, hurt myself with need.
Choking with my own emotion,
screaming
until nothing's left but silence.
No reason, just confusion,
shameful dependency and fear...
dead grey thoughts
lying motionless beneath the storm
of nothing, grinding something bright,
into sand for the burning wind.
In the light of your clarity
I know none's the whole and
the impossible truth that
I might be okay.
