The Words
I've Acquired

What I wouldn’t give to
Meet your eyes for the first time

I’d look at you
As I do now
Hopeful that we’d always make it through

Cause as the years have feathered on
I’ve seen your every form

You were the light on top of the mountain
The fresh scent of the forest
And the exhilaration of every cityscape
And when life treated me poorly
You were the richest part of me

Every day you reoccurred and loved me most in the mundane

So, can we stay right here for just a little longer?
You see
We needn’t travel any further to be with one another

I seem to prioritize your illusion of harmony over my comfortability
Either he or she
Either he or she
Do either of these work for me?

I keep wondering why we pose for pictures
~We aren’t like the trees that would never break a whisper~
Take me to the time when we could blink and shiver

I’m sure you wouldn’t love a world that assigned you the wrong identity
So why do you insist on crumpling diversity and forcing everyone into the binary

Is it because of fragile masculinity?
You must be well aware of how you fail so miserably

Because only incompetence would drag others so violently

It’s dark inside The Places Unknown
There are sharp emerald rocks that melt into daggered snow

Legend has it that if you make your home out of its All-Knowing Sand
You’ll be reborn with feathers for hands

So I ventured under and tried to build myself a shelter, but I bent and suffered from the pressure alone

Until one morning, a deep fog heated my body, and I rose to the surface

And despite the ice that now slithered around my feet, my body began to beat as if it were the first time blood had rushed through me.

Then instinct took over, and I began to fly

I could hear every tree telling its story, like the one about Sun-beans, golden bark, and armoured leaves

So I asked them… Can I stay here forever? Live in the Sunrise and sing for the Plum Mountains?

But they told me that my future’s name is Unkept Promise

Thus, I’ll descend to find my soul inside the Places Unknown

I keep wondering why we pose for pictures ~ we aren’t like the trees
who would never break their whisper ~ take me to a place where we
can blink and shiver and melt all the ornaments modeling through the winter