"See Little"

Video | 03:22
Text + Sound: Rosa Park

 

A glance of every second of your death
I say this blossom is beautiful
As the river runs to the sea
so do you flow purifying every fallen memory
I gaze the hollow body that knows what is yet not known
It changes
It opens
It speaks
It is never empty
I understand the principles of every moment
You are every second more
I write to unfold the blossom
I write the moment of never getting better
the moment is looked for
The little song of a fawn drowning is gentle
See little
Let your quiet face whisper
Slow down a little to get through
Slow down to see
Slow down to hear