You're my rock, 
my ground, 
when hasty is my flight.
I swallow in your bottomless blue.
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Come, dear, 
we go to the ocean,
fooling around. 
I'll show you all the corners of my inner world,  
and you will show me yours, 
your bright and dark halls. 
You're the one with whom I crawl and climb fences, 
with whom I brush my teeth and make funny faces,
who catches me when I slip, slip, slip, 
when I'm worried to tell me I should quit. 
Best echoes waiting for evenings,
I'll show you all the corners of my inner world, 
those bright and dark halls. 
It pulls me down I can not fulfill your expectations, 
It pulls me down what I enjoy those you can't stand.
God help me lift us up, 
I wanna feel your devotion, 
no matter where and with who we are. 
You're the one with whom I crawl and climb fences,
with whom I brush my teeth and make funny faces, 
who catches me when I slip, slip, slip, 
when I'm worried, 
to tell me I should quit. 
No, no, no it's not me, 
It's not me how you see me, 
I was always good to you,
but on the way I forgot that I'm here too, 
so leave me, leave me, leave me, 
I'm allowed to feel free I just want to be me.

Bottomless Blue / Φιλαυτια

In rhetoric, eunoia (Ancient Greek: εὔνοιᾰ, romanized: eúnoia, lit. 'well mind; beautiful thinking')is the goodwill a speaker cultivates between themself and their audience, a condition of receptivity.

Bottomless Blue / Φιλαυτια

B.Eunoiah