Mirrors splattered my blood.
Shattered by hands so strong.
Yet these hands were so young.
Upon my realization.
Gathered the pieces so small.
One after the other all gone.
To be left with a wooden panel with a decorative frame.
Made by a local somewhere.
I don’t remember his name.
But it’s where I thought I was safe.
In the blindness.
Of my own image and self-righteousness.
They took something so good.
To make it so broken.
I took something so brave.
And made it stupid.
Alone in a dark room.
Around the archives of a forgotten youth.
But you took my belief in you.
And made me, a real boy, come true.
To say that I was never loved.
Would be out of cruelty and hurt.
To think that I never let myself be loved.
Would do much better for me.
Or at least it’s a start.
And now I am trembling.
Wondering where I went wrong.
I took advantage of happiness.
For a long time now.
I should gather my parts.
For the broken may never be fixed.
As we are fragile.
But we turn into better creations.
Once we stop mistaking our days for stones.
And our skeletons for shards of glass.
And I am here down with you.
Telling you that there’s a path.
That I am gonna lose one day.
But at least now I am there and glad.
For nothing was meant to be linear.
Even our strings of faith.
Tonalities might get fucked up.
But we tune in, and it’s okay.
We get back.
And it won\'t matter if takes the time of an eternity.
Or a tv commercial.
As long as you find a way to stay.
kind and beautiful.
And they took the great.
Burying it in snow.
I got the frozen.
Turning it into a home.
This time I am not alone.
This time I am beyond.
All the certainty.
I once thrived to be.
So let yourself be young.
And just wonder around I guess.