Your dry blood on my fingertips

Sorry, I know it's cliché, but... Athlete - Wires.

You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There's dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip
Running, down corridoors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know.

I'd add a picture or few, but it seems that dear blogger doesn't want me to. Therefore go see what I did today yourself. The pictures from 'you broke me' to 'fight dogmatism' should be taken as a series.

I've never been too comfortable with saying my own things out straight, phrasing them, verbalising, vocabularising. Putting a bit of soul in a piece of art, in a piece of thought, in a fragment of day always helps with speaking my mind. Put your heart where your mind is. Read between the lines, see behind the picture, think beyond borders..

And now let me drown in these eyes for another intoxicating eternity.