While listening to conversations between the earth and water.
I love my backyard because of this tree so I honoured it through my words as it shined it’s beautiful colors upon me.
a desert waits for a drop of pain that you forsake
Most people can relate to the feeling that they are trying to fit into a world. So I liked the idea that rather than us, the world we are trying to fit into is what’s out of its place.
This poem is about the prostitute archetype present and active in all of us. How it compels us to search for our worth. How we don’t ever want to be not enough. How we want to please others.
she’d have to undo reactions occurred turn back hands of time return to carbon she can’t
it’s in your eyes