Even If All The Trees Grow Back, It Won't Be His Forest Anymore

(Even if all the trees grow back, it won't be his forest anymore. The great forest spirit is dead now)

(Never. He's life itself. He's not dead, San. He's here right now, trying to tell us something, that it's time for both of us to live)

Guarding lines of thoughts and phrases

Sentences of concentration

Penance of these abstract places

And my home

Falling apart on the inside

Tearing apart the outside of the sun

And whatever else you can get your hands on

Seeing out of glazed eyes

Capillaries like I were her

But I'll see you guys

When I get home for summer

Sleep is

Getting

The best

Of me

Solace follows through my dreams (What do you want from me?)

Like the

Rockets

Floating

Above me

It's just barely out of reach

Calm down

It's not as bad as it used to be

But he still can't communicate

By radio waves or words for that matter

Cause It's ignorant

Turning the carpet into paintings

For another hour in my bed

In my bed

In my bed

You

Are unchangeable

To me

I know it's exactly where you wanted to be

Self-centered vs self-absorbed

My consciousness was undefined by the shaking in my hands

Up to my fingernails

My fingernails

It's the same for me

If it were

You and me alone, inside of

Your dark rooms

So I'll bite my tongue before I shut my throat

If that was the last thing you'd ever hear

I'd rather never be heard at all

And I could leave when I wanna (It's a way out)

But it won't change a thing at all (It's a way down)

Tired of staying here (It's a way out)

The liars in their clasp (It's a way down)