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A word is written fastToo easily we doA word is on your tongueSo easily misused
The paper knows the worth each letter carriesEven if they’re hidden in way too many storiesAll wound down the page, so blackThe paper let them beNever can you take them back
Feel itListenLet it come to you
Meaning is embodiedIn the letters, in the fractals of your soulWords just try to beSo much more we just can’t see
In your soul embeddedThe craving never endsShout it out in stillnessThe whispering of your handsHold the secret of our longingUnspoken yet persistentCore of all the quests
The aching in my chestThe echo of your heartLet emerge them out of darkWithout a glimpseComes like a spark
A word is written fastToo easily we doA word is on your tongueSo easily misused
The meaning hidden in light so darkThat your eyes don’t dare to seeWhere your heart was meant to be
In truth was born what needs no maskThe sacred space, all what I askNot built of roles or expectationsNot earned with blood and humiliationBut out of love and trust and graceOn this paper, written in the safest place
In the letters, in the fractalsOf my soul, of my aching heartThe paper let you beNever can you be taken back
I wrote you downCalling youCraving youEvoking you
Without a glimpseOf where you wereWithout a glimpseOf where you are
But deeply knowingMy soul‘s roam
The letters, black, wound down the pageJustHome