Are you willing to suffer with me? That’s quite the ask, as we likely don’t know each other well, if at all. Yet it’s a
In a land full of shadowDevoid of any light I was a corpse among corpsesWho wouldn’t even try to breatheWhere other corpses playedI remained still.
I am dry clay I’ve been put away on a shelf. I’ve been poked at. Sliced into. Tossed away. Repeatedly… Then comes The One He
Like a child I rush ahead to my goal Like a child I demand my desires and stomp my feet to opposition. Like a child
If our heart and mind is a garden…And we just let what naturally grow, come about. Small sprouts of honesty. Flowers that are natural and pretty