There is no return address.
Only a smudge where the sky
meets something like land.
A road begins,
then vanishes into dust
before you can follow it.
No trees here,
just silhouettes pretending
......
You surface from the depth of my longing,
not as a rescue,
but as a rising-
like breath I didn't know I was holding
until it filled my chest.
You arrive quietly,
without the ceremony of footsteps,
without the sound of knocking.
You are just there,
......
clouds on the ground
or my head's in the sky
if things aren't as they belong,
why do I feel like
I am finally seeing the truth?
go on,
take the pill,
drink the sweetness,
and follow me back to the world.
......
There is no return address.
Only a smudge where the sky
meets something like land.
A road begins,
then vanishes into dust
before you can follow it.
No trees here,
just silhouettes pretending
......
You surface from the depth of my longing,
not as a rescue,
but as a rising-
like breath I didn't know I was holding
until it filled my chest.
You arrive quietly,
without the ceremony of footsteps,
without the sound of knocking.
You are just there,
......
clouds on the ground
or my head's in the sky
if things aren't as they belong,
why do I feel like
I am finally seeing the truth?
go on,
take the pill,
drink the sweetness,
and follow me back to the world.
......