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.
The sun died
If i could choose to be anything, i would be a speck of dust floating in the morning rays of light.
i would be the first thing you see,
i would fall down on your skin quietly and gentely, as i know you dont like loud things.
you wouldn't even know i exist.
Do with me as you please.
i workship your tired knees,
while i am on my knees,
begging to be seen-
and when the sun goes down
you dont want me.
