I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the image as it shows.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look through other people’s eyes.
“Some die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a mountain
That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain”