Fractals of Grief Video (MV)

I went for a walk down a cold, glowing street
And cried for the wind to stop howling at me
I should probably go home, pick my head up off my feet
But all that I can do is grow fractals of grief
A garden's a nice way to tend to your mind
But when I go digging I don't know what I'll find
Dead roots of flowers or a pale green leek
Or a beam from a tower of a fractal of grief
"Please come home," I call out to myself
"You don't know the road and it's cold as hell
You're no person, you're no poet, you're no abstract belief
You're just a vessel that's meant to grow fractals of grief"