Daunting Daughters - Cloud Rat

This place feels different somehow

Inside eight walls stretched long

Discourse of highness — Herbal attraction

Fell into my hands… Daydreaming things that are sad

I ask myself why?

Who am I questioning?

Who?

There’s no one in front of me

Just breathe the breath

Like a wind I couldn’t find

Like a wind in winter’s time

Daunting daughters we’re trying to help

Anya Mama glacial

Such a sad face…

She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping