My mind wonders
and even with weighted shoes to keep me grounded
You are the one that keeps me here
You are this moment you're this nostalgia
and there's a frame of mind questioning
if all this is a dream or premonition.
If I could frame my mind
I'd be filling it with fragments of your presence and beauty
Curated by angels onto walls untouchable.
Because in the end, you are nothing
without these things that inspire your words.
And if I died today, I hope
that I can whisper your name in...