Messed up Soul

We're so messed up.

When the silence is broken,
my soul dives into a mad sea of crystals
as bright as the spark I could see in the eyes of that person I once loved.

And so so transparent I can see myself and I can see outside.

And as my soul lightly floats in a soft touch of controlled madness,
those crystals cut it in such a still and elegant way,
so that I know I'm broken,
and messed up,

but so I keep going,
because there's no other way.

-Andrea Carrascosa