CPH from & (imaginary) Friends by Enoch Robinson

I haven't spoke a word in three weeks
I sit in the steam rising up from my tea
I climb with child's limbs up to the roof
it's the first good snow of the year

I'm coming undone
but it's fine
I'm feeling new and alive
I've been singing all night
on my sheets smudged with printer's ink

I wander the streets in the chill of the morning
the bell tower rings seven times in the dark
me with my notebook of phrases
I'm foolishly stacking them all in a line

I'm coming undone
but it's fine
I'm feeling new and alive
I'm stepping out of time
lost inside my mind

the galloping silences carry me home, where the light on my eyelids is milk-like and slow, and I will find meaning in patterns again, and drown in the ink from the tip of my pen.

• Folk
• folk-ish
• homerecording
• indie folk
• words
• New York