One glance at the wind outside and I’m there,
chills spread through me straight from my chest
at a summit I thought I would never reach
I drench your outline in fireflies
so I can paint it even in the dark,
giving up is only tempting until nothing else is enough
Never thought I would be living like this,
wanting to wake up to you more than anything else,
I try to talk to my blessings but they all sound like you
You cover the floor so I can’t sit down
Holding myself up till I’m breathing like a hurricane
Something always caught in the tears in my eyes
I try to count but I get stuck on your mind
turning all the pieces over when I try to sleep alone
It’s my fault I’m falling and living like this
Obsession
"...I try to talk to my blessings..." a rich line. Full to bursting for all of us. I count them, appreciate them, contemplate them, stand inside them, pray for them, hope, cry, plead for them. Blessings - when the flip side quiets down a bit.