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
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