visualize / “the only thing i know is this: i am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.”

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talking to fog, iron and wine

[heorte]

Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"
But every time we have, it's hard to leave
Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog
We're both looking for a light in the window of a house
Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds
But it's hard to find.