He talks
I talk
We write words
But I don't think we really communicate.
Cause at the back of my mind
I am alone
And with him
more misunderstood than ever.
He sends me an image
There's no meaning in anything anymore
But what if all I am searching for
is something buildable.
These pieces that he is putting together
Make no sense anymore.
They would have
if I wasn't this damaged.
But that's alright
Cause I have made my peace.
Like a Gypsy Queen I fly from
person to person
in search of the magical portion
that will restore my faith.
