language apart

Here i am.
In this pain that makes me listen to the music more.
In this state that piles anxieties like the mountains streching towards
the heavens.
In a heart that burns with disgust and confusion,
this all seems to be an outlandish joke...
played on me.

Here I am.
In this plane that keeps me from the sky with small glass doors.
In a mind that is comforted by the thought of moving fast forwards
to the heavens.
In a faith that loses more and more conclusions,
I don't recall if God has ever spoke...
words to me.

Do not worry,
for my lost peace.
Although i am deaf,
i know my God speaks...
words to me.

Hear this story,
and you will see,
that my brown eyes rest,
on clouds above trees...
and i see,

God trying,
to speak,
to me,
In a language apart.


shalom.