I was knocked out by the secret in the air⁣⁣
Dismantled by the yearning to touch her hair⁣⁣
I wish to come home to the silence of my words⁣⁣
I wish to come home to the thought of you⁣⁣
Let’s meet behind the grief of yesterday⁣⁣
Meet me in suspended animation ⁣⁣
where we find a moment to explore⁣⁣
The life before this black expectation⁣⁣
Waiting for you to awaken me from…

hibernation⁣⁣
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Nothing touches me here⁣⁣
To die would be the same as living⁣⁣
Winter sleep has claimed me as its own⁣⁣
Nights without dawns⁣⁣
Sounds without origins⁣⁣
Feelings without emotions⁣⁣
An arid expanse limitless yet limited⁣⁣
Every step a mistake ⁣⁣
Even every breath I manage to take⁣⁣
Art is extinct, literature burnt, and ideas dormant ⁣⁣
until you say ‘You’re ready now’⁣⁣

Faith
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Faith is what was lacking ⁣⁣
The elusive essence of the seeker⁣⁣
All your life you’ve been in pursuit⁣⁣
Something to fill that vacant void⁣⁣
Something to trust blindly⁣⁣
Faith’s elusive dance around you⁣⁣
But when someone showed faith in you⁣⁣
You fled, so why will not God run ⁣⁣
when you show faith, when you feel the light⁣⁣
for an instant and then it’s taken away⁣⁣
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Perhaps even God has an imposter’s complex⁣⁣