Paris Paloma: Miyazaki

I have something to say
As has anyone who’s ever made
Anything worth enjoying
Nobody can destroy it

Left unchecked it mutates
Bleeding desperation to create
Collapses me like a star
Sickness inside my heart

Whenever I fear death I think of that which I would fear much more
Never dying Is that what you all are striving for

I leave a stream of greenery in every path I walk
Chased by a monster of a thousand voices that always wants
One more

Please don’t ever take it from me
Changes the colour of the air that I breathe

In grief’s fertile land
The space in between clapping hands

They say it’ll pass
I used to pray that it would
But its absence never brought anything good

I wake in the morning
Do all of my chores then

Of thinking in silence
And drinking sweet wine

Putting my mind somewhere outside
Where it can feel the sun
Maybe it’ll connect with someone

The world’s the world
And I’m a person in a tiny body

I vow to live,
I won’t let fear be anything that stops me

I’m not a violent person but I make things with aggression

I’m not a violent person but my work is one exception

I won’t let you take it from me
Changes the colour of the air that I breathe

I wasn’t always tortured
I made art long before then
I call into the void until I lose my voice but
Sometimes a cry reverberates back
A child with mud caked hands
Or a prolific and obsessive older man
I’d do it unpaid, unseen, unthanked
Its worth more than anything that I have.

(You can never have it ever, you can never have it ever, you can never have it ever)

I won’t let you take it from me
Changes the colour of the air that I breathe
I won’t let you take it from me
Changes the colour of the air that I breathe
I won’t let you take it from me.