When I walk,
I walk as if my feet do not exist
When I talk,
I talk as if my tongue is heavy and does not cease

When I breathe,
I breathe as if my lungs do not work
When I feel,
I feel as if it is all my last breathe is worth

When I do,
I do as if to say I do not exist
Because everything I want to go through,
is on the other side of everything that exists

When I am here, I am not
Do not find me

In a chaotic world, bright and loud,
Mr. Monkey always by my side.
Whilst my parents fought, coarse and harsh,
Holding my hand tight while I would hide.

Soft and worn, his fur was my shield,
In my dreams, he made me feel safe.
Even with chicken pox and itched pain,
Mr. Monkey remained close, all relief.

Years wondered by, and life changed be,
Mr. Monkey, forgotten, unseen.
Love bloomed once, then heartbreak arrived,
I balled hard, feeling lost and alone.

Can we have our solar eclipse?
A moment for just two souls
A moment where we leave
All the pain behind
I could be the moon
You could be the sun
You glistening so brightly
That I can't even dare to look
For even a fleeting moment
But if i give up
My moonlight will fade
For eternity
So can we at least have
One delicate moment
One solar eclipse

G
To touch without shame,
Em
To talk without fear,
C
To listen and be heard,
D
Is something I hold near.

G
A love we know will end,
C
Makes it a special love indeed,
D
A friend, a companion,
C G
I am sure we all need.