blustering wind of the world

the wrinkles in my knuckles cast funky shadows on my skin

and i stand in the relief of one cemented to what i believe but my belief is not exclusive my beliefs do not require you to believe what i believe

and we will tumble endlessly in a circuit of attraction and revulsion wasting each other's time and energy endlessly because we love each other so damn much and this is what it is love is this here

it's not that everyone's fucking morons it's just that we feel so fucking incredibly deeply fully ridiculously

and then it shifts and there's something else in place of the image of the person that was exuding all this pure light bliss

and it's fucking their fault isn't it whatever else you believe i'm not blame it isn't it true i'm the same bitch don't you know it's true blue

and you can't agree because you can't not because you won't because it's impossible for you to see what i see ever

if you ever wanted to relieve the malevolent tendency of the world then you would stand here with me in the blustering wind of the world and laugh with bells and blessings and never believe anything except the love in your own heart which no one not even fire will ever remove