by 1 member The eternal cycle of birth, suffering, death, and rebirth.
Trying to ascertain an unspoken language
To mitigate the needed sowings and the reapings torn
The many shades of dark and deep light resplendence
Cauterizing the aching’s veiled penchants ,
vestige of a lingering perfect storm
I really have no name
"Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …