i wanna start all over.

Under Your Spell
Cosmic Gate [ft. Aruna]

Counting out the hours
Like the beat of a song
I feel like a stranger
Wondering where I belong
I wanna start all over
But I know that I can’t
I’m helpless without you
I don’t know who I am

I’m under your spell
Bound and blind and only you can save me
I’m tangled up inside
Caught in your web
I’m hypnotized and only you can wake me
Only you can bring this heart to life

Colors feel so faded
And I can’t hear a sound
I’m walking in circles
Watching my world burn down
There’s nothing else to fight for
Cuz you’re all that I know
I’m stuck in your shadow
Letting you take control

I’m under your spell
Bound and blind and only you can save me
I’m tangled up inside
Caught in your web
I’m hypnotized and only you can wake me
Only you can bring this heart to life

So pull me in and don’t let go
I wanna fall forever
I wanna overflow
If there’s some way out, don’t let me know
I don’t wanna come to
It’s too big to undo
I need to be near you
I can’t keep away…
Under your spell
I’m under your spell

I’m under your spell
Bound and blind and only you can save me
I’m tangled up inside
Caught in your web
I’m hypnotized and only you can wake me
Only you can bring this heart to life

~*~

My world is in a tiny blue bottle, with a tiny cork stopper,
strung on a tiny chain hung from a tiny nail on an endless expanse of black.
The light, refracted through that imperfect blue, swirls its colour into this milky existence,
and all I can do is watch as that colour spirals and blossoms, invading my diluted imaginings of perfection.
I want to run through that beauty, to that shimmering glass wall, and burst through it in a cloud of glittering cobalt slivers of what has suddenly become my tiny prison.
But doubt pours in as I take that first step; the level rises and rises, until I'm fighting to stay above the surface, lips gasping for breath... Fighting for freedom, fighting for the light, fighting for everything.
Everything is nothing, and nothing is everything; any fragment of certainty vanishes, my body goes limp, and the light seems to fade. The black returns.
Doubt dissipates, and that tiny blue vial seems like home; the glass keeps away the darkness, and in turn, blocks out the light.
Reasons form, and then fade, pierced by that light, as it tries to illuminate my silhouette.
A glimmer of hope, as the light glows against an outstreched hand.
But I am reaching for something I cannot grasp, and the currents of doubt tug at my soul.
I am reaching for something I cannot grasp, and so my reasons will have to do.