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Over the Garden Wall  (2023)

by  Radical Face

Like a bell in the distance or sirens in the pit of my skull, I had a lucid dream plant a seed in me that I couldn't help but to sow. I felt it slowly grow, the roots took hold in a garden I could never quite show, then all the branches crept through my empty chest 'til I could only hear the unknown, like a song in my bones. I could walk those halls with my eyes closed, 'cause I have known these walls since I have known myself, and what once was rest has turned to restlessness, and these routines have changed from balms to tiny hells, and still I hear that bell. Under the blanket of darkness I felt that it was time for me to go, that it would do no good to avoid those woods, the questions weigh more than what I know. And a part of me will always bleed for where I stumbled into this world, but I am not content behind any fence, the garden in me is overgrown, I house a woods of my own. Oh, I don't trust my voice, so I will say goodbye with ink and simple words, and I am not yet sure what I am looking for, so I can't say the day or time that I'll return. For you familiar was always a wanted thing, but for me it's just a gentler form of chains. No, I can't explain just what is pulling me, but just 'cause it's hard to go does not mean I should stay, so I'm on my way. And I know this road may never lead me home, but it's a worse thing to always wonder what might have been, and I hope that you can understand these words, and I hope one day I'll see you all again, but now it's into the woods.