When I was young, I was told to show my self to only those who opened my gates. To flood them and in gulf them until their lungs drowned in my scent. To wash their face with myself until their eyes dripped with my insights and their mouth mumbled quotes from my life. Drown them … More Being romantic
I am burdened, Riddles with holes and hollowed. My burdens wash me from the skies. My burdens gush from my east, my west, my north and my south. My burdens rumble beneath my feet and shakes the earth I tread. But when told of your burdens I am rash and taken away.
Haven’t been uploading recently because of school and taking care of my easily excited daughter. Upload shall commence next week.