woods....

[crispy_rice]

the air is breathing in my ears
telling me it's time to migrate again
for sake sake
is that that snake i remember
crawling on my mother's hand
during sick days
from the top
is that that sad my dad
the brain
tree
falls
then the pupils
so white and naive
two points to make
i can't say im honest
i can't say a word
only laughing by heart
pacing through his lazy hazy marathon

before counting