In our silence we starve to discover
Nutrition within our ignorant sleep.
No longer are we each other’s lover;
We’ve digested a love we cannot keep.
Wake up! Wake up! This is all a bad dream
In your head… Reality is the mind’s
Illustration of the heartbeat bloodstream
Flowing through memories we’ve left behind.
This is what happens when we grow (apart)
From what we’ve sourced as our soul’s addiction:
We blame our own veins for hanging our hearts;
We lie because we lack all conviction.
We make a mess just to clean it all up.
Unquenchable Thirst: meet Bottomless Cup.