Flotsam and Jetsam | Writing it down
Description: and the ephemeral life
and the ephemeral life
i wonder if Seedresists sproutingif, before soggy myometriumsplits, they howl in horrorroar as they relentto the ever-thrummingcycle of life is there a birth bellowa growl of genesiseven from a forgotten seed? i wonder if Seedgrievesif, as they emergesacrificing seclusionthey refuse rootingand, fearing future frailtydesire to dwell in the dark are they resentful of beckoning light?do… Continue reading ➞ seed
Dear Depression, I notice that you are hanging around. More than usual. I try to avoid you. Or investigate you, staying in my mind rather than being in my body. But I think...no... I feel that I can't think about you anymore. My brain grows weary of protecting my heart. the walls whither. my secure… Continue reading ➞ Dear Depression
Flotsam and Jetsam | Writing it down