Looking Back Blind
Nostalgia is a prisonbuilt from the stones that anchor the trenches dug as the row gets plowedby the dragging across the ages
Nostalgia is a prisonbuilt from the stones that anchor the trenches dug as the row gets plowedby the dragging across the ages
Nobody knows what this will cost meHonesty’s too realThe baring of the layers ofCallous armor peels Away from the scarred and brokenmending
The water ripplesSound mapped on the 3D planeA drop remembers The wind sighs by mewhispering secrets loved longMemory in scent Trees murmur