loose

she is loose in a green dress for you
can't stop, won't stop, will never let the blows slow

daunting, her wild thrusts are taunting
the spirits from my bones, taking everything i've known

stones in the sea know the depths
and mountains can see the lengths

that a sorry heart must go
to find peace


It's cold tonight as the cold north wind blows through the crack in my window, each gust carrying my soul a little further. It's hard to stop shaking, when voices inside and out are deafening. And how uncanny the unwholesome hour seems to be. Especially in this state. I thought I'd escaped, but it's only seemed to have followed me here.

So it is, when the cream of your memories rise to the top.

When even yesterday turns into an illusion, what hope is there that the present, too, is not eternally ephemeral.