Raindrops pelt my face,
Just a part of my existence.
But I feel like I▓m melting away
Blot out from the landscape,
Why did I even step out today?
What is the base of my persistence?
Your voice?
Velvety, honey-smooth
Nothing I▓ve ever heard before
In this bleak, superficial world.
If I could summon it back!
Go, running after it,
Knowing that that is what
I▓m searching for,
And that my struggle
Is not in vain,
Then would I,
Yes, run through the rain
And sleet,
Ignore the obscure woods,
Through which I race.
Spruces whisper
⌠Return home■,
They anger me.
I thought
I was being guided by your voice.
As the charming brood approaches,
I hesitate,
Nervous.
Outside of me is solidity, vacancy.
Inside of me emptiness.
Only when I had turned around
And sat down,
Gripping my rib cage,
Sobbing
Did I realize
The spruces were trying to warn me.