yet another story to dream of

"my hands shake,im not usually this way,
but you pull me, and i'm a little more brave"

yes sometimes i stop talking..
doesn't mean i've stopped caring..
and given up everything

what is there more to say?
what is there to prove?
with uncertainty of the immaculate truth

i am what i try to be..
what is it that we are supposed to see?
when nothing is to be seen..

and maybe its time that it all falls apart..
and reassemble in a different way..
but the future is forever a visionary mystery..
still a vague and distant dream....