your words soothe me (a reflection on John Frusciante's thoughts)

breathe in
breathe out
let the notes take shape
realize
that things appear to your eyes
different from what
they might actually be

it won't be a real song
if there is no high and low

everything circles
everything fades
and everything returns

your words soothe me..

my skin will crack
your thoughts will fade
but our memory will grow back..

so how do we perceive?
why do we stand behind the bars
of our own thoughts?
why do we let ourselves believe
that we are separate
from our own force
from time
and from nature?

your thoughts soothe me..

you give me the energy
to move beyond the wall
even if i have to crawl
my way to the sidewalk

..the sun shines
even when you think it's dark
even when you see it's dark
even when you believe it's dark..