I didn’t choose life
I didn’t wish existence into these bones
I never prayed to the dust
I was hurled into reality against my will
So why am I stuck trimming thorns off of rosebushes?
When I would rather just be the rose, in bloom.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
I didn’t choose life
I didn’t wish existence into these bones
I never prayed to the dust
I was hurled into reality against my will
So why am I stuck trimming thorns off of rosebushes?
When I would rather just be the rose, in bloom.