im not alive. but i am close.
linen drawn to the earth's skin, pouring from the cracks who is blind, hungry like a ghost, who is blind. shade the shadows to open up. to see your eyes. inside, the world is no wider than your hatred of eachother so give me your eyes, i need sunshine. give me your eyes, your bones, your blood, your voice, and your ghost. i am not alive but i am close.