Raise the Dead, Idea

[inonelastword]

Nicole,
In this sun lit bath, a dream dances in reflection. Of what have we come to be?
Kids
We were just kids, It’s easy.
I’ll see you when this all ends ,
We were just kids it easy

Funny,
How it all turned out,
It funny,
Finding what it has been about

Then it was you,
Pack of camels
Painting the sky so blue,
Crackers shaped like animals

We were just kids,
I’ll make my amends
Just like when

We were just kids

It’s easy.
Deep breaths
It’s easy.

Just forget

The car ride
The hospital bed
It’s been a dream in your head

Lie like
Smile like
We were just kids

We have been searching
Hurting
Bleeding from the longing
Of not talking
To the dead

I guess I’ve been bleating
Believing
It all would end.
I am here
If just to say
I’m sorry
For the way….

We were just kids,
And…. I’ll see you when this all ends just like we were kids