bloom.

In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.

Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out.

Can I be close to you?


i'm erratic, irrational (at times), indecisive, impulsive, affectionate, intimate, i like to whistle, music gives my heart wings, some would say i'm a tired cliche, others something they've
never seen, i dare to be different, but i'm also quite scared, prone to being taken unawares, more often than what is sensible, unprepared. forgetfull of "important things" but i remember everything, every word and sound and secret, every whisper and which-way, no sense of direction, i don't know where i'm headed, but i'll skip down a windy road, connecting the dots, colouring outside the lines, breaking the rules. one day, i'll find my place.