The rocks!
They will protect me.
They have shown me their mossy skin!
And brought me warmth rooted within their
stony souls.

They love me too.

I look to the left
and remember the Mountain glowing light yellow aside a purple land.
It was the Father speaking to me.
He told me quietly to pay attention.
He is more strict than my mountain
perking up sharp
slicing the sky of blue.
And the cars continue to move,
Ignoring the Sun
however awed without knowing.
The birds can feel the discomfort-
though they harmonize with it anyway.

I pretend there are no people
just me
making them as ghosts
and earth Angles
I am ghostly to them too.

-Sweet cold chills-

*I am not wanted here anymore.
I leave the whole scene
slicing air
that I came through.