catching glimpses
of the dreams of my mother
packing heavilyÂ
in the grooves of my spine
she whispers
do not fear the unknown
...for what is it we know about the earth
anyway?
and when your hands go cold
do not be afraid
your veins are just rivers.
catching glimpses
of the dreams of my mother
packing heavilyÂ
in the grooves of my spine
she whispers
do not fear the unknown
...for what is it we know about the earth
anyway?
and when your hands go cold
do not be afraid
your veins are just rivers.