Mystery Pt. 2

That old fence blew down
Hollow vines were filled with sound
And I can’t believe
How much you echo in and out of me

I’ve been losing mystery
Space inhales the air I breathe

Snowbells are blossoming
No place to place my insecurities
So I stumble around:
Therapy and self destructive tendencies

I’ve been losing mystery
Space inhales the air I breathe
Blue van, white hills, bay and sea
I know this is good for me

Midnight, Oakland, December 9th:
Two over a burning light
Ashes blowing through the trees
I hope this is good for me