Blissfully unaware of the audience:

Drunk on sunlight.

Singing something I don´t really remember

and doesn´t sound like anything.

Be my melody?

Hopelessly lost to a cage of beams

streaming through striped curtains and a dirty window.

Step into one and ruin another.

Break one:

It will kiss your skin and cast a shadow

onto somewhere you didn´t want a shadow to be.

But it will light up your hand, create a wonderfully happy sparkle,

find it´s way into your heart before you realise… And before you realise:

You don´t care about the shadow anymore.

Maybe even love it just as much as that beam.

You know?


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