i'm breathing in the shadows
and they taste quite hollow
it's a void that captures me
in an infinite loop
of light and darkness.
eternal twins that hold hands
through earthquakes and nightmares.
i'm tasting the clouds
and they feel like honey.
a gold that leaves me blind
every time i jump, and start rising.
i became friends with every corner of myself
and now i can dance through the misery
and the mystery;
it feels good to wake up to peace.
now that the battlefields have been silenced,
the shadows are somewhat less hollow
and the clouds sweeter than ever.