With revolution on your tongue
you tell me
you’re tired
But
I look into your eyes
and i know.
I know
Little Girl Black- Songs of Leaving and Letting Go That the High Priestess Taught Me (Pt. 1)
“A Mo(u)rning Song”
The sun rises in the east
As do I
Amidst a fog
“Since When Is My Heart A Campsite?”
I don’t know why things don’t catch on fire when the embers from the flames we’ve created spark off.
“The Tides”
I can feel the tides moving inside of me. They’re pushing and they’re pulling and although the current has been smooth, and the waves have been at bay, they’ve come back with a force whose sole purpose is to devastate.