Conversation

I wish I could talk to you
Without trembling in the moments ahead
But the fear and the shame are in everything I do
And from the moments to come, I am afraid

Having

I was always on the barren side
Never in the habit of having connection
Looking for the crossroad that will divide
The never past from the futuristic impression

Over Time

You've been telling me that I am not what you see,
And that my words fall into a black hole,
And that my sobriety is overshadowed be me,
And that you don't see me as your completing soul.