Words trail around in my head with no semblance of organization no rhythm no rhyme certainly no sense of time and I long for the perfection that used to be where now I see only me
A sharpner That's all it takes The only thing that can take the numbness away A plain, white pill A handful if I please The numbness will return But in a better way.
feet on grounds, the peace of the winds how soil tickles my feet I saw you and the trees whispering me your name but I decided to go back at the sea, where you left me