"..and so I manifested a pigmentation of my own imagination of security and called it love; lost.
And then I drenched deeply the wings of my heart and the feathers of my soul into an empty space of nothingness...
Until nothing became nothing."
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC
"..and so I manifested a pigmentation of my own imagination of security and called it love; lost.
And then I drenched deeply the wings of my heart and the feathers of my soul into an empty space of nothingness...
Until nothing became nothing."
Inside a poet: dismantled