blueca

a greedy tree and its greedy inhabitants only know profit

her pride never ends daughter in white down the aisle mother relives it

a short vacation on tour, visiting the earth their bodies are strange their ships fill me with horror now departing at lightspeed

cold wind through cotton white on black, learning to mourn the grief is not mine

my world rips apart a crack straight down the center to the molten core

a forest can't really be empty if there's no person around to hear my brother is still there not to mention the squirrels and bluejays and foxes and leaves and ...

buried memories fragments of history stuck hidden by the sand

the wind can't chill me i bundle my coat against water from the storm