Depression really feels like the heart is being pressed on, such an accurate name.
How do they make diamonds again?
The shine feels worn from pictographs over captured pasts
We are all sick of the fake polish
Paint over this, cut out that, brush up this, cover up that.
I wonder if the radiance of gems is worth what they say
Or if keeping them longer in the earth creates brighter skys
We need the brightest sky we’ve ever seen
Full illumination of our brightest dreams
Diamonds grow from excruciating internal heat
More heat more pressure more darkness
So let your insides burn
Until the diamond forms
Until your inner radiance
Bursts out your skin like a supernova
We are the rainbows created when diamonds meet sunlight.
Our generation the generators of delight
This is the press on into the darkness and collapse
This is the burial under all the imagined lack
This is the age from which we will never go back
Earth stars illuminated from the inside tide
Press on into the diamond dawn
Share the Magick!