Overflowing.

Just stop.
You hear that?
It's me again.
I'm overflowing.
Overwhelmed...
Confused.

These vessels are clean.
The air is ruled.
But I'm still here...
Confused.

A harsh blow.
A silent tear.
Weeping for love.
Quietly.

Which way do I pour?
How do I carry?
The water's heavy..
My vase is full.
Slipping through my fingertips.
I try to grasp...
It's not within my reach.

These stars astound me.
I'm intrigued...
Lost...
Open.

Do you hear me?
Come find me.

Overflowing.