houses we die in

.and i miss home

and i miss the closets

the windows

the hallways

and when we are gone

who will keep up the garden?

like a mother calling her boy

i am

i am so unsafe

but she can't do it alone

but there's nothing stronger than her prayers. nothing stronger than the smell of reds. my fathers reds

under bridges waiting to look forward

waiting for rushes ends

living in the moment is the homeless mantra

they know the busiest streets

all we have

all we have

all we have is letting sleeping dogs lay

all we have

all we have

all we have is letting sleeping dogs lay

your face lit up and for once

i enjoyed where i was

the truth is jade plants die

the truth is muscles atrophy

softening your skin and hardening mine

i don't know where to begin