ramblings of a separate peace that rattles in my skin

The sorrow is beautiful

Even if it is black and creeping

Even if you catch it weeping

It is the foundation of the way in which we step

The way in which we bless

I can feel it in my bones

And it feels so set and cold

It was longing to be reached

But it dangled and it froze

But it is so overrated

It is so far fetched

It is not so evil

It has just been set

It was so lovely the way it comes to sound

And if I sound deranged

I hope that now

I hope that I am lucky enough to be strange enough to see

That the world is moving out of focus

And into focus

And forever shifting feet

I wanted to believe that I am broken and unsure

But I am just the opposite

And I feel guilty for this hurt

I feel life as it was writ

And I feel life as it is pulsing

This sorrow is so lovely

This sorrow is a token

And if I sound evil

I hope it to your ears

For I could care so much less

Except to hope you change your fears

I am none but human

I am shifting shifting evaporated

I am bound to what I gained

And I am free to what is gone

And if I sound so shallow

Sound so deep

Sound so cold

Or stupid

Or retched

I hope it to this place

That keeps the truth and lies for measure

And I stand here and I wonder

How these words put into action

Can justify anything

When in truth they mean nothing