A marionette, dancing on strings.
To a sound only they can hear; grasp.
Is it me or you or us?
Are we dancing on borrowed time?
Finding, we pull the strings.
We dance a dance of time.
My wish remains to kiss.
To close the gap.
To shower you in tenderness.
Even when I am distant and insecure.
Who we are, what we are.
What we want, what we dance for.
As melancholy displaces depression, I control my own path.
2019/08/16 & 2020/01/10
Marionette by Mathew Jonson
& Submerged Metropolitan by Ø [Phase]