Hands out the window // Catching a second wind
Seeking that breath, then I let it in.
Reaching my hands out the window, catching a second wind.
Settle in the skin that always felt a little sensitive.
Underneath the surface is the elegance,
Whole time thinking it's been a detriment.
Effort I put in is hard to measure with practical assessments.
Replacing old pleasures with new ones, that will make me better.
Treating the peace like a treasure, my map's been torn up and tethered.
Inking the passage in feathers, so bird's eye been the perspective.
Whether intact or detached from the past,
iI's something that I used to mask.
Until I merged the layers.
Felt a surge of anger like a heard of raiders storming out the chamber.
Every step echoed with the voice of angels,
Bouncing off the walls at all angles; All tangled
Feeling the contrast of a waterfall,
Like something's pulling me down but there's beauty involved.
Feeling the pressure and the calm,
An effort, yet none at all.
Received the message and the call that this is the path to evolve.
Might pack my bags and hit the mountain for months.
Won't talk to no one like a monk, except the stars and the sun.
Departed towards what I'm confronting, not what I've been running from.
Just wrap around me tightly and gently, like an elephant trunk.
Embracing the stillness, reviving the faith.
Imposing the will in this here everyday.
Just miss me with the angles and the tactics.
Point to the head, like up to here's where I had it.
You know that love tied my fabrics.
Weaving all the strings that I found up in the attic.
Blow off the dust, playing drums with my bones.
Undress the soul, let it free fall.
And just let it go
Hand drawn illustration, animation and music by Juice Bruns
Instrumental produced by Lucas Quinn
