It came first. Indigenous and free. For let grief lay claim to leaves legions, armies of vessels and the barrels of blood. Go forth and look to the silent tree, lonely ocean and feel deep to the bone. It is where it lives. Open the great stellar halls of your heart again and again and again. Promise me your dawn stays glorious. The outcome unwavering. Promise me your grief stands as a prince so your love sits on the throne.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
It came first. Indigenous and free. For let grief lay claim to leaves legions, armies of vessels and the barrels of blood. Go forth and look to the silent tree, lonely ocean and feel deep to the bone. It is where it lives. Open the great stellar halls of your heart again and again and again. Promise me your dawn stays glorious. The outcome unwavering. Promise me your grief stands as a prince so your love sits on the throne.
Dwelling on the complexities of love and grief and trying to make sense of it through writing. I’m glad at least grief is a human experience and not a sole one.
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