April 2011
1 post
Going through old journals. I was really angry at...
Small deft flakes
bring us your cleanse
release us from our warmth
which clouds our hearts like alcohol
Make us see clearly
show us the paths of those to trot before
so that we may decide:
is this the path we are meant to take,
or must we stand up for freedom
and move away from the path
and into the snow