There’s a marionette inside my heart,
Tangled into knotted string...

High in the mountains on a rocky shelf,
Contemplating a hollowness unto myself...

A vagabond,
I used to be...

You are,
The grains of sand...

It was a slow draw,
-A sucking need...

There’s a heart out there,
That can be heard...

Your love-
It has taught me two things...

My journey began,
By seeing with my eyes...

One day,
Everything became dark...

"When one door closes,
Another one opens...

Behind each painting,
Lies an echo of pain...

 
I've learned...