A myriad of emotions thrumming through the chest, A caged feral creature never known how to rest. A compilation for anyone that's felt emotions Red and Burning and did'nt know how to set them down. The words here are raw and potent. A story of healing, not in a linear form but in mosaic. You cannot help but look in the mirror and ask, Did you see yourself? To remind you that healing is not linear and nor is trauma, The words embrace the imperfect, and the nature of grief and love to co-exist.
My heart tatooed into my sleeve and eyes drawn to ocean pit.
I sit at the shore and wonder what seperates resolve from desperation.
who paints the line between primrose sweet
gentle blush of doting, and pathos, insanity
cupid giggles at the mid summer haze.
But i still can't find the vials
helena laughs from afar, sinks her teeth into her prize
i am left wanting wanting. (fading)
