Daunting Daughters

This place feels different somehow
Inside eight walls stretched long
Discourse of highness - Herbal attraction
Fell into my hands... Daydreaming things that are sad
I ask myself why? Who am I questioning? Who?
There’s no one in front of me
Just breathe the breath
Like a wind I couldn’t find
Like a wind in winter’s time
Daunting daughters we’re trying to help
Anya Mama glacial
Such a sad face...
She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping