It's another detachment. Same arrangement, different placement. I'm the saddest of moments. All alone in my unspoken. . I was dying to feel you. To be in you and to heal you.
Will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind?. Will you ever wake to find you're burden less?. Will you ever please your mind? Will you ever please your mind?.
When mute tongues can speak. And relate their need. I make fun of skins laying in a dark room. In a piglet's eye. If the dream had wings. Then the nest of feathers could freeze without them.