The earth ended So I sat on the window sill Opened the window to see Maybe a kind breeze will welcome me In blew the hurricane winds Forcing my eyes open, to try to find the beauty of it all Staring out at the mesas I threw you back into the sky to hang above Where you’re free from me, where I’m free from you I’ll keep my window open though In love to our memory In love, To memory. Synesthesia colors and shapes inspired by Ethel Cain, “Sun Bleached Flies”.