Pianoforte

Being contradictory is fine at this point of time;
being contradictory is perfectly understandable.
I feel like telling the world with words I cannot find;
I feel like keeping precious secrets of bits so trivial.

Ah-h-h, the lightheadedness from minding every little detail,
the delirium from grasping what has not felt this real for a while,
how I am relieved at how much I am bothered:
are why it is simply sensible to utterly embrace this sentimental nonsense.