It's going to snow all month
What a life I lead here in swirling grey

I woke up with no one to tell
About the kawhe stains on my driftwood table
So I sat here for days just trying to write down that thought

And I lost the path
So I wandered for seventeen days
Just to try and find my way

I untangled some veins
Just trying to mend my twisted heart
But I couldn't tell anyone about feeling all alone

I walked out in the ocean
But I had no plans of drowning
It was just a solemn swim

It's going to snow all month
What a life I lead here in swirling grey

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 865 AF.