Bright morning enveloping the night,
Shades of dark lost in silver clouds,
I look into the mirror, still…
My reflection joined by pieces...
Not the sum of what they think of me,
Not the kind of food I eat,
Not the number of clothes I have,
Not the people I spend time with.
I lie on my bare back, my eyes closed…
Looking into the abyss of the looping sky…
Memories of changing shades over time…
Found in the cold corners of my mind…
Not the money I have,
Not the movies I watch,
Not the music I hear,
Not the way I speak.
I believe…
All you know is…
All I told you.
