He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet, and crushing the stone into the softest sand between our toes, but we're wondering where to sleep
Clever words on pages turn to fragments; Circles, points and lines, and cover them like carpets.
With graceful, meaningless ornamental designs

Come quick, you light that knows no evening - come, alone to the alone!
There are a thousand 

sanities worth leaving to take your madness home
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but sometimes I see you.

Rejoice, the cleansing of my lips - rejoice, salvation of my soul!
But I still have a thousand half-loves(oh my god! I wanted to shoot myself just thinking about it)
And you think I don’t mean what I say? I mean every word I say.
I threw a stone down at the reflection of my image in the water and it altogether disappeared.
I burst, it shattered me like a bullet through a bottle.
And I'm expected to believe that any of this is real.