The mountains, the desert, the west: are calling.
They’re calling me home.

7/15/19

And this has been the longest winter
Deciding whether to stay or go
My ankles are beside the door
While my heart is on the floor
These sad eyes
And forgotten smile
I don’t know him anymore
Not like I used to
Now he feels like a stranger
Feelings are across the room
Hidden in the skull, hanging on the wall

2/19/19

He tastes like winter and smells like home

Were you looking for me all along?
Were you distracted by false idols in sheep's clothing?