May 2017
I am lost. I feel myself.
Fragment by fragment, I leave. I go.
Rhizo.
Roots.
They are in me.
I fear water. For they feed on it.
Its inevitable to avoid, For I will die in thirst.
Fragment by fragment, I leave. I go.
Rhizo.
Roots.
They are in me.
I fear water. For they feed on it.
Its inevitable to avoid, For I will die in thirst.
