The Bell - Mary Timony

On my twenty-sixth day of being alone

I hung out of the window by the telephone

I heard the trees calling out your name

And I wandered in the forest of becoming insane

Between what is right and what is

Don’t I know

Does the bell ring for one of them?

Can I smash the phone and go back to sleep?

million years

We wander through the fields of insufferable

And only the strong

Between what is short and what is long

There will always be weak and always be strong

There will always be strong in verything

Always an end and a beginning