Formless, weightless, dormant, empty Floating, waiting in the womb of a dying hope Calm, and still before the twitch of life jars this vessel awake Eyes so hopeful, young, and innocent
Beautiful naivety and curiosity brings this form to life How very human how very fragile and oh so broken Such an intricate web of compulsive complexities Just give this time to grow before you reach inside; let its hope mature