It feels like my mind is naked;
I get this sensation of a breeze changing on skin.
My head is in the place where the trees grow
and my body is somewhere.
My body is a secret
like a coat in a bedroom closet,
I've called to it,
But it's cold and hanging,
Still I've searched for it;
Like a coat
it's waiting to be worn.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
It feels like my mind is naked;
I get this sensation of a breeze changing on skin.
My head is in the place where the trees grow
and my body is somewhere.
My body is a secret
like a coat in a bedroom closet,
I've called to it,
But it's cold and hanging,
Still I've searched for it;
Like a coat
it's waiting to be worn.
