windy night

when there's nothing to say
that's when the best things come out
realities dance with their own impossibility
right here in front of me
i just came to watch
i'm not even sure what i'm looking at

i don't know how to reconcile my dumbfounded silence
with your need to hear me say something
to spit out letters and numbers just to hang out to dry
watching the story of adam
blowing like leaves in the wind
watching the sails on the vessels as they leave the shore

when there's no one to hear
that's when the worst things come out
and realities collide with each other as sparks of light
paint it up on the wall
write it down, catch my fall
tell me your story, and i'll tell you mine.