Hold the grief
Which I fold
Aound the broken
Glass and silent dreams
Needle and thread
Stitch my voice
Around my heart
Swallowing the past life
That now no longer exists
I thought the begining of this year had left my spirit but I feel like I have just pulled back the past and wrapped it over my back like an old wooly jumper that smells like burnt out fire embers.
I keep dreaming of the people. Why am I so overcome by my own emotion even though I removed the past life. And now you blow around like smoke, weaving across my heart
And I hold tight onto the flesh to make sure the beat is there.....
When will you fold away into the dark......
Defined by my
The wind caught between
Its the hollow space
Holding onto echoes and the emptiness
Black strangles the spirit From the bird
Black longs for connection From the loneliness
Black is the secret Black is the memory Black is the thought