Feb 10
When I wrote this letter
No one was hurt
The stunt girls are fine
The stunt boys are fine
Only some hearts
Got a little light
Lighter in their hands
Smoke on their roofs
Waiting for Santa
Pushing all the snow
Over on my head
Resting on my neck
Declared me dead
When you read this letter
It's too soon to guess
Storm's on the way
Darker is my heart
Sour were my body
Intoxicated
Or
Taxidermied?
No one was hurt
The stunt girls are fine
The stunt boys are fine
Only some hearts
Got a little light
Lighter in their hands
Smoke on their roofs
Waiting for Santa
Pushing all the snow
Over on my head
Resting on my neck
Declared me dead
When you read this letter
It's too soon to guess
Storm's on the way
Darker is my heart
Sour were my body
Intoxicated
Or
Taxidermied?
Obsession and compulsion as a result of high anxiety in the absence of fear with the help of Allah and the laughter in the presence of shame as a positive sense of consciousness, shows me that my body, the vessel gave to me as a gift, is healing to serve my spirit and not just follow my mind.
22nd Of Bahman
22nd Of Bahman
