Bliss is deaf and blind, running into true life without the clement light to overcome

I'll remember you in every afterthought of motion
You who tinkers only in smiles and over indulgence
Who speaks for their own comfort
Who wades only the shallow waters
Who fears life's dark forest corners
Who struggles through muddy words
Who has ears for only the sweetest birds
Who loves with masked feeling and a laced heart
You who will never accept their own fault
You with some truth in your soul neglected to rot
You drowning
You sad thing
(...and i thought i was alone)

I will remember you as a wayward crystal blue stream of electricity and the naive explosion ending
you in every afterthought of motion