The Art of Forgetting
I'm Happy, I Promise from mimi cave on Vimeo.
Like the rain that skips the part of the world where you step on, your life seems parched. All you had asked for someone to caress your heart enough to stop it from tearing through the skin. It cannot contain the anxiety of the night that has befallen and goes into the what ifs and the things that could have been. To make it forget the pain, you bring in a dozen souls at a time, to swamp you off your feet, and take you in their own shrewed sense of journey called happiness.
Like the rain that skips the part of the world where you step on, your life seems parched. All you had asked for someone to caress your heart enough to stop it from tearing through the skin. It cannot contain the anxiety of the night that has befallen and goes into the what ifs and the things that could have been. To make it forget the pain, you bring in a dozen souls at a time, to swamp you off your feet, and take you in their own shrewed sense of journey called happiness.
