I looked through the files of my soul and after searching, all I could find out is that I dont wanna die And that's enough for me For my body is a masterpiece Not to be tampered with Not to be harmed Especially not by me
Listen Listen to the way of the wind Listen to the laughter in the streets Listen to thump of your heart It’s all alive The whirl of the wind is alive The laughter of the kids is alive And you are alive You have a voice And I’m here to listen
Find me in the reddening October trees of autumn. Read the poetry I carved on their branches. Each falling leaf will lead you closer to the most hidden parts of me.