Bipolar Explorer

 
 

Music

Phantom Limb

01:54
Bipolar Explorer
01/01/2018
Michael Serafin-Wells

Lyrics

She would often visit, she would often come to him like this. Still in something like sleep, his eyes would open and he would see her. His angel was with him. They would pass a notebook back and forth, writing things. Later, upon waking he would try to remember it all. Get it down. She still had so much to show him. And in these times he could feel his old life, the beautiful one they had shared, vividly. Like a phantom limb. They would look out at a window together and see. She would grow, charmingly, guilelessly, drowsy. And he would carry her, his treasure, to their bed and fall asleep with her in his arms, her little feet curled around his ankles. Just like always. Just like always…