when i held your hand, when i held your hand, when i helped you, when i held your hand, you still went the other way and you wanted me to stay, with my arms stretching away, with my arms stretching away. i couldn’t stand that sight ‘cause i adored your face. i adored your face…
could it be that I’m the same? could it be I’m your mirror, showing you all those things that you never wanted to face. so you let me slip away, you just watched me walk away, and i just have to ask, do you know your fate? do you know your fate….?
"anyone who has probed the inner life, who has sat in silence long enough to experience the stillness of the mind behind its apparent noise, is faced with a mystery. apart from all the outer attractions of life in the world, there exists at the center of human consciousness something quite satisfying and beautiful in itself, a beauty without features. the mystery is not so much that these two dimensions exist - an outer world and the mystery of the inner world - but that we are suspended between them, as a space in which both worlds meet … as if the human being is the meeting point, the threshold between two worlds…"
"this is how we heal.
i will kiss you like forgiveness. you
will hold me like i’m hope. our arms
will bandage and we will press
promises between us
like flowers in a book…."