It's a choice, to stay
It's a dream, and I want to wake
You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint
and honey, you can't decide...
...smoke your cigarrettes, make your love, love . . .
I am drowning and you can't decide
It's not about geography or happenstance
you need to fly and take a chance
you don't need to soar to emptiness and float on high and forever dance alone
your scared, cause I feel like home . . .
. . . you leave me here on the other side.
words - Rachael Y. , photo - Nadir B.