The earth ended
So I sat on the window sill
Opened the window to see
Maybe a kind breeze will welcome me
In blew the hurricane winds
Forcing my eyes open, to try to find the beauty of it all
Staring out at the mesas
I threw you back into the sky to hang above
Where you’re free from me, where I’m free from you
I’ll keep my window open though
In love to our memory
In love,
To memory.
Synesthesia colors and shapes inspired by Ethel Cain, “Sun Bleached Flies”.
