נָתַתִּי רוּחִי בְּךָ וְאֶת חַיֶּית

What exactly drives you crazy? 

You’re finally feeling good
After all, you waited years for him to knock on the door
To come in and lock the door behind him
All the storms you’ve weathered
The fluctuation, the waves, predators, sharks and you’re finally here, a safe harbour
Yes, you’ve arrived to me. Here I am. You’re stuck with me and there’s no where to escape to, like you wanted subconsciously
But something there in the sky is always there, reminding you of your past, the bad to which you’ve grown accustomed to. You’ve grown so used to fear leading you. Fear of loss, getting hurt, giving too much and being let down yet again, like a balloon popping again and again.
But what you’ve done is postponed the good coming in and washing away the bad.
An antidote to the terrible disease, resentment of the assigned boxes and labels for every man and woman.
I know... you’re eyeing your boat back, making sure it doesn’t disappear, leaving you without a way out.
Afraid that you can’t get used to the good, to have fun, that you’ll make us both suffer.
I have no boat and there is no way back. I am staying here, with you, growing old.
There’s a lot of sand on this beach, lots to eat, a shortage of words, so even that excuse flys away like a kite
We both know I make you smile, on the outside and in your heart.
I know you’re afraid of telling me everything, to take off the mask, be completely exposed.
I have time to learn to accept you, to understand how to contain you
So stay, let the dreams come true
Let the real you come out
Let the together in and the alone drift away

I brought a shredder to help you sort your thoughts
We can sift through them together, file them away, organize from A to Z
What’s needed we’ll keep
What’s not, we’ll disappear
I’ve become a secretary for you
And if you ever experience any pain, physical or emotional
I’m here, here to kiss you after

Here, I’ve brought a bottle and paper. Write down all the bad. We’ll put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea.