You tried to hold my hand,
I brushed it away in silence.
I do feel sorry for you,
another leave-me-alone that you grow used to.
I want you to understand,
I get high sometimes.
Just by walking under the stars,
or a touch of a tree in the park.
Such as now I can see the time
slowing down and stretching around.
The night sharpens its edges,
and the sensation overwhelms.
Flying inside the crystal glass,
melting with all that is and will ever be.
I would like to share my experience,
but words are not what they need.
Or should I explain the sensation?
It’s like the soul leaving the shell.
Every step takes me closer
to a myth that I can never ever tell.
Sorry not sorry, I won’t pretend,
you are my dearest and I will abide.
But there are times such as this,
I will need to be alone to be alive.