i look through the big windows at the airport again far from home in 2014 disconnected and young in my bag a book of zen poems that i read and re read they all say dont worry dreamed dust is always blowing all this is a veil the veil of youth is lifting in me constantly far from home again while everything is born by my eye only now and this airport window and whatever i see the dissolving youth of things is shown as emptiness dressed up as spring all million colors and everyone ive known passing through a mind and its this same mind that was born wild and empty wailing in electric lights since birth far from home at last and im still trying to let the spring emerge from beneath every thought unknown and vast but my youth and self assurance fill the sky theres no moon my young mind thinks in a totally black night sky but there is a moon1
['alternative rock', 'anti-folk', 'art pop', 'dream pop', 'indie rock', 'lo-fi', 'melancholia', 'washington indie']