i don’t feel me, I don’t feel you
i can’t feel my needs, resources are used up
i don’t feel me, but I don’t blame you
others feel it too, we are lost in our thoughts
sun where, tree where, earth where are you?

time where, rain where, air where tell me where are you?
light where are you and where am where am I?

brains have been aching, thoughts have been cruel,
pain (blood) has painted bodies breaking but will never rule
my world

Joy Bogat:

listen to me. don’t – listen
see i can’t tell you what to do
but what i do feel is that we need room
for all the wounds to heal, our stories to cry into the nights
i wanna look my pain straight in the eye
say here’s your wings, i’m willing to let you go,
i’m willing to let you fly off to the next tree that will carry
you don’t need to have capacity for all there is.
sometimes there’s strength in surrendering.
in giving in. you know there’s power in being softer.