Messages from where I used to grow. Twenty-thousand frames of mind. This is my soul. . Relentless where I'm most alone. Twenty-thousand faceless names.
You were searching for a soul. Tearing yourself apart. Just to become a whole oh. You were walking down the road. Only to find your reflection. In the puddles below.
All they know is to photograph. People when they're on their knees. Say your prayers and wear your black. And be grateful it's not you and me. . How am I supposed to live.