The land of the pine
I've stripes of light painted across my
Body and face
Walking onto pine needles
The air smells, warm
Fresh.

I sat by the pond by what felt like
A little and long time
I close my eyes in and out of the sunshine
Urge myself to take long lean baths
Hibernating away from
All activity.

Filling my soul back up
With an ointment
Entitled self soothing.

I talked to myself my whole walk through
Noticing I've been feeling
A lot less
Like my magic is strong
There was a time when I felt
Or maybe it was just in moments
But I felt important
Even.

I try to drive water
Flutes of champagne
I'm the listener of the group
And for that reason
I sometimes have to take breaks away.

I got a coat that looks just like my insides
Attempt to not fret in the silence
But it's in the soothing silence
I see lens flares
And haunted reminders
But I'm always moving right on forward


Ease on up
Give yourself some lovin' now
I worry it's never enough
Everything is always so fleeting
So I fight
No no more fight.

Maybe just a coffee
A simple release
A bath soak
A little self lovin'
To fill the void up
I'll always sorta feel.