Funny.
Music has a funny way of making me cry.
I break apart to all the softer songs.
And I just can't help but sing along.
Nature has a funny way of making me smile.
It helps me receed back into that temporary denial,
where I can tell myself that everything's alright,
Everything's just fine.
Everything that's now yours is somehow still mine.
The shadows have a funny way of making me laugh.
They help me reestablish the fact that all the things I have are better than the things I lack.
And the shadows keep me from fighting back.
Life has a funny way of bringing out all my emotions at once.
And I haven't needed my medication in months.
Maybe I should start taking it again.
They tell me it'll help me keep it all locked in.
I have funny way of keeping my act together.
I can perform on any stage,
in any way.
All I have to do is have the guts to put all my feeling back into the cage,
and let them devour eachother for a few days.
(Just like humans).
My only problem is, I don't like to take stage directions,
because they expose all my imperfections.
I'm so eager; I can't wait for the show to start.
I can't wait to see the lights collide with the dark.
But when the time comes,
and the audience is looking like a work of art,
I just can't make the lines sound like they're coming straight from my heart.