I Am Not Falling Out of Love - Running Out of Hope

Now grasping  for air .

I am not falling out of love - running out of hope. 

It’s silent. Are you there? 

Now would you hold me.i am shaking, in this harsh reality awake in this ice cold illusion of separateness 

that melts as the tears soak the thin of the space in between the worlds through moonlight 

as the song evolves into a bleeding prayer 

when all wounds are open... and the old scars turn into new. 

What’s hidden from your view - will pull you under surface of what’s true.

The sweetness turned to bitterness of loss, the timelessness , the deadlines and of course...

the high , the chills , the fever - and the universe!