I'm standing on a cloud I dreamed could hold my weight and honesty as I begin to slip away and off my dream I fall without a feather through the sea the sun looks blue and green with broken rays I swear I see, I try to touch but anything I think is there is not or is, it's hard to say with words spoken through a phone will someday disappear and I have nothing now to fear for if this was never something, it's as if we're losing nothing.

and so the summer curtain falls on my face to cover the trail I have since paced around in circles with my fingers to the threads that held my heart far too long open for the first time in a long time I have seen how deep the wounds burned and the scars that formed a year have now been mended with a single tear of honesty.