Abyssy

Mother Earth

Aokigahara

Bender

I want to be like a boat lost at sea, floating endlessly.
Ebbing, and flowing; consumed by you.
In an empathic wave.

Often I'm lucid when the quiet night turns to day.
Oh, my, bright shining sun.
Please melt me away.

Often I worry the end is approaching, closer every day.
Oh, my, fluorescent moon.
I'm floating away.
I'm floating away.




Endlessly

I'm not certain, by any means
and I get nervous, wondering things.
Is there a place for rebirth and new names?
Will we become entwined with warming sun?
Life is so misunderstood, by wandering minds.

Entwined With Warming Sun

Instance, without doubt,
I'm still faded out.
I do not recall your name,
but I can't forget your face.
Why should I?
Can we take this slow?
There's still things I don't know.
My conscience always feels so
many things you don't want to know.
Why do I?
Why should I?
Why do I?



Lichens