i don’t know how long i’ve been walking.

my home was screaming

in agony

whenever i was around

and the hills in the heavens

were shouting my name

and it’s not like it all matters

so i’ve been walking.

and oh lord,

i think i’ve been here before

these walls are tiled with my life

these whispers come from ghosts

of people i haven’t seen

in a long

long

time

sweet satan,

i think i feel whole

because i smell the old, dirty house

and i hear the springs in my mattress

because i taste our classic, velvety flan

and i’m looking into faces long forgotten

honey, you wouldn’t believe this place

or maybe it’s all you can fathom

but i’ve found all that’s left behind

and i’ve found our past rhythm.