People standing still

After the snow in the season of my death

I walked barefoot upon blades of grass

My feet burned with the blood of wisdom

As I watched the ghosts wander past my skin

Kicking up the dust of a thousand years

The film gelled to my soul creating a cast

Nothing was the same ever since that day

Strangers still smiled at my black eyes

They spoke of life and love and lies of hope

Told to themselves for themselves to feel [permanence]

Years passed and the ghosts blended into rum

Lives into fractions of bone and fragile skin

My feet sore and calloused I walk still

In a world that will always forget

before it remembers