Im painting a picture of trees with no leaves,
of standing in snow up to my knees...

She goes
to her doctor...

Slowly being numbed
by these things...

Resistance
it calls to you...

Dorothy and Toto went to wonderland and brought...
*sorry you had to see that but i felt obligated to...

I stare at
my reflection...

Selfish
that word that stings...

She is standing there.
Can no one see her...

Silence
the silence...

Silence has a voice,
yet not many hear it...

Silence says a lot
not many listen or understand...

Calling out
with a voice that cannot be heard...