I wanted to sound like raindrops

In the beginning, I wanted to sound like raindrops.

Then there was sound, I heard it, in my head, and it sounded good in my head

But my head is troubled,

I bleed from the heart and my head shoots the arrows.

I am afraid they might fall from heaven again.

This world is going to hurt because it will not make sense.

All the philosophy in the world will not make it better.

And so I have to fight this bitterness.

And throw fits and tantrums at it.

I deserve to listen to myself

My thoughts are not random.

They keep going and growing

I don’t know if they would make sense

But I won't stop them

Because they are not the problem, they will come to the end of their loop

I can be am bit you us

And sound phoney but I am not going to give up

And let it go

Because when I see words

I can see the ocean break the shores of my heart

I have to ask myself does the shores get scared when the oceans touch it

Don't be stupid Shams, of course not

The shores know that it will never be swept away

But caressed to its limits, excited to its extremities,

The ocean knows the limits of the land

So does the infinite that caresses my soul

Limits are good

Limits are thoughts trailing off

Into sleep at the end of the day

I am going to fall

Into my limits perfectly

And find out who I am

I am

I am

I am the ocean and the shore