The Temperature of your Attention

I do not hate the version of me who begged the horizon for clarity. I have outgrown the need to feel everything I will not flinch or lean forward. If you vanish completely into someone else’s gravity, I will not recalculate my orbit. The space you occupied has been reclaimed by the ordinary living: breath, hunger, the small victories of a day So let the outcome be whatever it chooses. Let it rain or scorched earth or gentle forgetting. I have stepped outside the forecast. The man who once measured his worth by the temperature of your attention has learned to trust the thermostat of his own skin. Indifference is not emptiness. It is the space that remains when the last desperate calculation (finally goes quiet)(finally goes quiet) [break] And in that quiet I find something closer to home than any version of us ever managed to be. So let the outcome be whatever it chooses. Let it rain or scorched earth or gentle forgetting. I have stepped outside the forecast. The man who once measured his worth So let the outcome be whatever it chooses. Let it rain or scorched earth or gentle forgetting. I have stepped outside the forecast. The man who once measured his worth (by the temperature of your attention) [instrumental outro]