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Feeling sad no longer feels... 'bad'
Like I know I've got to go through what I've got to
and I wish I could explain it but
my tears don't give me the same heavy pain in my chest
but instead my mind feels clear, so I'll try with no fear
Just pure release
like I know that it's right,
Like non-violently fighting to keep shining bright,
Like my vision gets clouded, so I allow myself to cry
and much like the sky
tears pour from my eyes
because deep under my sadness there's a love so real
and it's fueled by the natural ability to feel.
Love brings light, and light brings life,
and finally, I can say it right.
This light shines bright enough to overcome darkness, fear
So in my sadness
I still sparkle like the beauty of my tears.
and it honestly feels like they nourish the green,
because once the blue's released
there's a decrease in the pressure
and it's more refreshing than the fresh air
after a rinse session
in a hot room,
or the like day after shrooms,
and you take a nice toke of some heavenly smoke,
or water with ice on a hot summers day
or a psychedelic night.
At the end of last epic, tripped out summer,
A wise, old, Chinese lady
held my hand and soulfully told me,
It's okay to be sad, we go through bad times in our lives,
and if you can still feel,
then you know you're still real,
and that's all you'll ever need to heal.
Feeling sad no longer feels... 'bad'
Like I know I've got to go through what I've got to
and I wish I could explain it but
my tears don't give me the same heavy pain in my chest
but instead my mind feels clear, so I'll try with no fear
Just pure release
like I know that it's right,
Like non-violently fighting to keep shining bright,
Like my vision gets clouded, so I allow myself to cry
and much like the sky
tears pour from my eyes
because deep under my sadness there's a love so real
and it's fueled by the natural ability to feel.
Love brings light, and light brings life,
and finally, I can say it right.
This light shines bright enough to overcome darkness, fear
So in my sadness
I still sparkle like the beauty of my tears.
and it honestly feels like they nourish the green,
because once the blue's released
there's a decrease in the pressure
and it's more refreshing than the fresh air
after a rinse session
in a hot room,
or the like day after shrooms,
and you take a nice toke of some heavenly smoke,
or water with ice on a hot summers day
or a psychedelic night.
At the end of last epic, tripped out summer,
A wise, old, Chinese lady
held my hand and soulfully told me,
It's okay to be sad, we go through bad times in our lives,
and if you can still feel,
then you know you're still real,
and that's all you'll ever need to heal.
