Years have passed since I last moved;
my feet grew roots into the earth,
my hair longer,
each day unable to reach the sun.
Years have passed since I last moved.
Your words are now a quiet hum.
I see my twin running along;
she cuts off the weeds.
The blades hurt me,
but I will move anyway
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
Years have passed since I last moved;
my feet grew roots into the earth,
my hair longer,
each day unable to reach the sun.
Years have passed since I last moved.
Your words are now a quiet hum.
I see my twin running along;
she cuts off the weeds.
The blades hurt me,
but I will move anyway