It got cold in the snow,
and I just want to go home.
I thought the stars were inside,
I kept them hidden, I tried.
But they kept screaming for release,
they picked me up off of my feet,
and brought me up through solid peace,
and told me,
“You can’t stay for long.”
I woke up without arms,
I stood up without arms.
I couldn’t walk in direction
with all this static reflection.
I was lost inside a map
that I had written in a nap.
When I heard a voice where branches snap,
I followed it home.
