The night is too dangerous for her to handle,
so she tries to escape the wool sheets that choke...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...

You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...

Sometimes, I think hurt
can go deeper than the...

I don't mind that my soul is wild...
You're looking to settle down though...

I try to stir you
gently...

She wanted, craved, discreet. She was also...
But when she walked into the air-conditioned...

You, yes you. I know you're still alive,
if only between the pages of my eyelids...

Here, you rain on me.
I'm your living tragedy and...

the thrill of meeting;
you thunder through my mountain...

You are sharing a revered space with spirits
who chant their somber and hungry lyrics...