There was a time when I managed to breath words, that in the end, contained meaning.
Loneliness, it seems, has forgotten them there.
When I requested warmth in my days of finality
I found solace the betrayal of my wishes, and slept alone in the cold.
Handed down now from tales left unsaid
I realize I was crafted from disassociation all along
Is it better to be in one's own company by yourself
or with a million others?
Close your eyes and so many gazes overlook your heart.
I had a whole world at my disposal, a lattice of smiles like none other
Breathe now and consider them forgotten
I remember how those arbors burned in so many colors,
If only snow fell in prism tones, I'd share them with you.