Her hands moved through the air Like she was folding back the storm She spoke in quiet sentences About a place where I belong "You're allowed to be happy" The words fell on the floor My heart started running Like it heard a closing door I know the room is empty I know I'm standing here But something in the ceiling Keeps whispering my name I built a little island Out of things I couldn't lose A handful of good memories A pair of worn-out shoes I learned the shape of breathing I learned the sound of calm Then some invisible current Pulled the shoreline out from my arms I watch myself returning From somewhere I can't see Like a stranger at the window Wearing my face back to me Where does my mind go When it leaves the room? Why does the safest place Still feel like something I might lose? I spent years building ground Underneath my feet Now I'm counting every second Trying not to disappear The lights are still on The door is still there The world keeps turning Without explaining where I don't have the answer I don't have the map I just keep finding pieces Of the person looking back
