Dear Tree,
Something in me fades each time I wake.
It feels like someone's watching from a place I can't reach.
Not my mother. Someone… unfamiliar, yet close.
These days, only dreams make me feel whole.
Dear Tree,
Something in me fades each time I wake.
It feels like someone's watching from a place I can't reach.
Not my mother. Someone… unfamiliar, yet close.
These days, only dreams make me feel whole.