2708 Killington Rd 2.m4a
I am from behind the mask,
From the empty streets and closed store fronts,
I'm from the fear in the eyes of those who pass.
I am from the empty space that moves through the house that used to be a home.
From the loneliness and lies that seep through the walls,
I’m from endless time spent thinking how we got here.
I am from the piano that used to ring through the walls,
From the overwhelming smell of turkey dinner,
A
nd the sound of D
isney C
hannel flooding the upstairs.
From the suffocating infection that took the space away from space
I am from the walks that never ended
From the sound of the news that never stopped playing