The warmth of this vision inside of me is healing
like a fire burning with friends gathered around telling ghost stories
of what used to be
I still hear their voices in my fainted memory
They sound staggered, and I can hear them yelling
Searching for an answer to this untitled folk tale
Not realizing they are stuck in the cell of someone elses reality
The earth has the answers
unseen and untouched
You just have to ask
but asking seems like the last crutch
it's the only crutch if you don't start looking
miracles do happen
it's why I am writing