I can see you, that little bit of hope.
Where did it all come from, this light and day, miles from them, miles from the way I used to feel.
I remember waking in a cold sweat. Hiding in a corner, shaking, captured. The way I breathed, laughed out loud, brought energy into a room as the walls closed in…
That was a yesterday, a song left behind, my legacy wandering through the forest.
See my mess of words?
See my delight and awkward confusion?
See how I see you,
All where my heart stretches I am clean, pure.
I fall on the branches, the ground, the tip of your tongue.
I am not but a memory.