i wanted you to wash my windows so i could see my reflected clarity watch your rhythmic movements as i fall into the glass you could wash away my dirt wipe away the residue of all my unspoken dreams it would leave me clear a clean plate of glass like a lucid dream i can't wake up i see you thru you're beautiful on the other side i can stare all i want i'll never know i wanted you to wash my windows so i could watch you move more clearly i swear i won't touch the glass i promise not to breath just let me watch i'll never know you'll never know...
i feel like this a lot. but we really are all so transparent. whenever i get into an argument with anyone i reach inward and find that clarity, and let oppressive energies pass through me like light, inaffective.nit's fascinating how easily people get exhausted with conflict when they sense that you've surrendered to your own perfection. the only person that can clear you of the excess is yourself, though. others can only inspire you to do so... i really liked this, because i feel a lot of the time like i'm waiting for someone to fall from the sky and save me from all this baggage that i'm bearing, but then i remind myself that i'm the person that i'm waiting for. the only saving anyone needs is from their own disbelief. i really can relate.
