50/F/Michigan Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm very open and honest. 359 followers / 22.4k words
Lady melancholy tiptoed delicately through a coast of pearls Abroad this foreign land,unearthed a valley of intruders A excursion into the map of my mind Borderlines swaddles width and magnitude Interconnection deficiency Mothers peace fearsome journey Discovering hidden truths Rituals, rites and symbols Opened by lighting the temperance of truth
My ribs,a trap door to my mind Woven weakness's, cage my hope Bones of men fight the sunlight I kissed the moon with cracked teeth Comets weeping, undone Snow drops,a psychedelic Violin Swimming home in a cosmic orb
Filling cups with generations of pain, Refusing to drink it anymore Segregation, deprivation, invasion I'm barely breathing Scrap me from this earth As I taste it