when white, red, and blue,
the lucid cold, the silvered roofs,
spell it all out to me.”
when white, red, and blue,
the lucid cold, the silvered roofs,
spell it all out to me.”
Fear of pain keeps us from feeling
Fear of loss keeps us from receiving
Fear of dependence keeps us from connecting
Fear of being alone makes us lonely
Fear of pain keeps us from feeling
Fear of loss keeps us from receiving
Fear of dependence keeps us from connecting
Fear of being alone makes us lonely
Along the silt-brown IJssel
they slowly fade away,
growing more transparent
until they’re gone—
swallowed by the early autumn dusk.
Along the silt-brown IJssel
they slowly fade away,
growing more transparent
until they’re gone—
swallowed by the early autumn dusk.