Flying so high the sky goes pink

Writing the songs I need to hear
No one is faithful
Writing that love is not binding
Hearing that I'm not insane, I'm not immature I'm not keeping too many backups
Hearing this sang to me, singing I'm not alone.
Every. Single. Person. Is. Different.
Every moment is different and none of them compete
I know this, but sometimes, when the sky goes pink cuz you're flying too high things get cloudy and you're not so sure.
I don't want another mirror in a mirror. A mise-en-abîme. That damages.
I don't want a reflection, I want the glass to clear and show me in my brightest hour, as I really am. I'm nothing without the light.

I don't wanna hear that I can't focus, can't settle down. Don't wanna hear I have to chose. I'm not wasting my time, not scrambling my chances at the happy never after 3 room flat tabby cat.
My people are inside me. Without them I'm not alone, but I'm lonely.
When I touch myself I think of you, and when I touch someone else...
Me too, I'm looking for this solitary serenity. This self supporting position, but I've got balancing ropes. Like a suspended bridge, I'm nothing without my strings attached, but I won't fall if you cut one down.

Maybe the vision through the joannalookingglass is that. My many ropes are what make me I. They don't bind me, they balance me.