i've been spinning through time:
a grain of sand through life,
blowing through the leaves.
and i don't know
when i lost control;
when i put it all down
and set myself aflight -
a wild kite without a heart
to hold me still.
is this how it feels
to burn from the inside?
stay, in love with me,
and wash away the ash
around my eyes.
i'm spinning all the time,
free and alone -
the alchemy of fear
without you.