The Fire In The Streets

Between the fire and you and your skin, there is no room for light.

And the rocks that survived the heat around me only weighed me down.

But I still put a rock inside my heart so I can remember what it felt like to swim up, from the bottom of a volcano.

The Same River, Twice

Everyone changes so slowly, they don't even know that they have.

And everyone likes to pretend that things are just the same yet they look at you like you could bring something back that’s supposed to already be here.

But home is a time. Not just a place.