misstree not quite sure what, where, who i am,
a bit ghostly at the moment,
not enough to go around.

i'm realizing things, though,
picking up little pieces that
sing to me and remind me
where they belong.

i will pluck the leaves from the trees
and the birds from the sky
and the fire from your eyes
to fill in the missing pieces.
Lemon_Soda You sound like a lost and fading god. 061010
what's it to you?
who go