After realizing that my hands
had begun to fade,
I then looked around
in the empty forest
and felt utterly
and completely
worthless

I sit in a tree,
observing
I see all and know all
Even the dark souls
of the lonely people
who trespass onto the land
of the loved

I could never dream
Of a tranquil end,
But maybe,
Someday
The end after the end
will be
calm

Yellow triangle,
Warning me to stay away
I kick it over
And slip

You showed up at my front door
Looking for a place to stay
Because your father had been drinking
And screamed for you to go away
I welcomed you inside,
Make sure you felt at home
Because I knew that it's just a house,
Not a home of your own.
You told me about your issues,
I sighed and said I'm sorry,
I handed you some tissues
Your eyes looked sort of starry

We've been
Migratory animals
Leaving under
Changing weather

He showed me his scars
Called it his art
He said that the drawing
Came from his heart
I wrote him a story,
He seemed to like it,
I told him my story
Came from my pit
He understood,
Said that it's fine,
I started his art
And he started mine.