What lies on the palms of my hands?
Responsibility.
What lies on my back as I lay down?
Resistance.
What lies on the skin of my foot?
Restlessness.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
As fuel the thought of belonging sparked me
As flame the desire of belonging reached to me
As smoke the worries of belonging engulfed me
As ash the pain of not belonging was all that was left of me.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC