You read my soul, transcribed into letters,you shake your head, softly,regret rises like bile after a rave,you say, It’s good…
Wither, litter,mighty beauty now spits dirt — a cartridge for modern waste,scattered remnants ofnature mixed with plastic,sights for…
Past receding in time’s ethersGrateful for present momentsLetting go, being hereSun lit blowing treesBlooming pinks…
Between two worlds, I am not awake.
Waters of life run deep,
To reach their depth, we can’t sleep,
Dividing lines are imaginary,
It’s where humanity is buried,