Paint In The Water

We search. 


Search for music to speak for us. 
To live through voices of people we don't know. 
Search for intimacy in-between the pigments of a strangers skin and the lining of another's bones. 
We're looking. 
Hunters in the wilderness but our mission is a burden. 
Forever wanting. 
Forever unsatisfied. 
Wishing to sink our teeth into someone's feelings and spill our guts near the river.  
Under twinkling skies we curse the city lights that told us lies. 
About love. 
About being. 
About life.  
We're confused.  
We enjoy our pain it seems. 
All alone we dream of unravelling ourselves at the seams, to pick at the stitches that pull our façades together. 


We spend time painting masks. 
We spend time washing off.





- Hermenia