As it feels from the inside out.
While looking love in the eye
And asking to be made differently
When you come back again,
From estrangement and space.
I have changed shape and color
And grown unbearable in every way
In my stay against confusion.
The life of the senses comes and dies
At our feet, every couple of hundred days,
And I create a consistency in my words
Of how they fade against the beauty of the mind
That is drawing me into its intricacy.
And yet, my favorite slice of life spells
Unfaithfulness to constancy.