why do we look for answers from a god, an idea, a thing...? maybe the answers to our questions are all around us in the sky, in the earth, in the wind. look to the world around you and to the people before you for the answers, the keys, to life.
i really want to live in the mountains, where its cold year-round and where there is snow. i want to wear sweaters in june and blue jeans in july and feel mountain air run across my skin. to feel the spirits in the mountains flow as the seasons come and the seasons go. where its cold year-round and where there is snow. a beautiful life in the mountains.
So you keep excusing yourself For being absent-minded and forgetting Me at the back of your shadows. Just because I’m dead it doesn't mean I Do not starve anymore, you know? My hunger feeds on your clumsy ways of Unstitching me.
I desperately needed to be held to your chest. But you were washing dishes, cleaning your duties So you allowed me to only hold onto your shin. I still recall the feel of your stockings Against my cheek, your apron Brushing against my hair, I still Wear the scar, caress the damage Look at the hole you dug into my voice.
The day you decided to turn me into a ghost I was three and quite busy in the process Of teaching myself the difference Between love and winter.