I hear my breath echoing
My vessel frigid I keep chanting
Haunting whispers it warms my cells
A reminder of life flowing in my veins
I could be in the woods
Feels obscure, it lures
I’m not lost neither found
Alone I am crowned
In the depths of my existence
Amber and painite are my essence
Residing behind my eyes
Infinite depth and healing in disguise
I hear the echoes of the world
Shallow souls crawled from the underworld
Where is my tribe
The profound souls and minds
The people with a psyche that surpasses space and time
The intellects of the spirit I admire
