undulate and felicitate in-a-scent of death skulls and palo santo sometimes it all feels so fake just momentarily I develop a reason to smell the burning soil and i remember that love too can spoil accepting emptiness as it is like shards of glass sorrow and madness are the two shapes that you remember from your childhood you have come this far in spite of your fear so drop the ways that you continue to lie and give this sacred vision a chance to shine