I lend a thought unto thee // My true Love, my Home to Be
And are not hard lines the very things that define form, else I be undisciplined splashes of ambiguity and not my current self
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...