My shadow’s shedding skin – I’ve been picking scabs again I’m down, digging through my old muscles looking for a clue
I’ve been crawling on my belly clearing out what could’ve been I’ve been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in I want to feel the changes coming down I want to know what I’ve been hiding in my shadow
The eye wants to be pleased. maybe it’s just an unobtrusive background, maybe something that really has a form and wants to be seen. When you dream, do you dream only in black and white? Or do you dream in color?