Writing lyrics for music unwritten.
Writing music for films unmade.
Writing films for audiences that don’t exist.
An ego my body can hardly carry.
An emotional depth I loose myself in, often.
A little dance that shatters the streets.
I wish my voice to echo in your ear, a little.
I hope my tears will meet your lips, eventually.
I long my hands will hold yours, strongly.
There is no way to end this, but to look at you and cry.