The spring is here but it won’t last, It will fold into heat And heat will fall into wind and leaves will rustle and break And snow… Read more “It doesn’t last”
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
Concrete reminds of me of the parts of me that are cold, dead, covered. In it’s towers, in it’s flat fields. Concrete gardens slapped on the face… Read more “Concrete gardens”
How do you support yourself through pain? Does it cause more? That’s suffering ^^^ Choose not to create suffering. Y O U C A N C H… Read more “Y O U C A N C H O O S E N O T T O C R E A T E S U F F E R I N G”