may the sunshine find its way into your heart clearing the debris leaving its light in the holes that were empty with blackness birthing new life into old wounds forgotten but not released from the cage it sits nursing cuts and bruises tourniquets wrapped around like lolly wrappers tightly the bleeding stops the skin begins the repairing process the heart pumps the light into the body from head to toe attaching itself to every fiber of this being the harshness vacates itself leeches no longer ******* the pureness of innocence the small amount that she still retains taken was everything else except sanity she kept that despite all of the insanity she was immersed in of others, not her own
its almost a week since you said "you can't do this". in that same amount of time, you've consumed my waking and sleeping mind and will continue to do so. do I yours?