And icy snowy mountains
Across the Bering straight
My distant memories call me.
The forest alights my dreams,
The pacific spreads its finger inland.
The life there is vibrant.
The mountains trace the lines in my memory.
A gut feeling in me.
My home has been here all along.
This place is paranoid and anxious,
Exactly like me.
With my darkest dreams reverberating
In shoddy alleyways.
It shivers with the same existential fear as I,
Someday earthquakes will rattle the bones of the buildings.
Bring out the apocalypse of tormenting emotions,
Displaced intentions.
I love her for all of her fears,
I see her in me,
The mountains and valleys below.
The waters confused on which way to go.
The final resting place of what once was, a brave new world.
-Sigma
