Soul Disconnected

That’s not me who you see. That’s where I live. It’s not me who walks on those sidewalks, who goes up and down the stairs. It’s not me who crosses the street. It’s not me who looks at you. It’s what I look through. It’s where I live now. That’s where my eternity is put…

Mist

Little mooncalves crawl on the cold, cracked ground. They try to avoid what comes after death. The rain melts, becomes one with the puddles. It’s here. It’s right here. The chaos. We’re howling for light, for salvation. How insane! We lock ourselves in a dark room. We throw the key through the window and condemn…