through tsunami waves like fortresses pounding with such force and restlessness lay a hand upon this chasm fissures along this human body. blinked two times; a signal for help. you, an undercover perpetrator, spilt this ****** blood there’s no rhyme or reason for the capture of such purity. the eagerness of the flesh descending upon uneasiness. one heart unmoored one mourned two hearts unbreakable by a force of nature so undeniable, death is willing to submit to its feet.
yeah…i haven’t written in a while. i just haven’t been inspired. this is about innocence and the destruction of it. also about the human experience, doing things we do not want to, but others plead us to. and…the things we don’t do do not define us. the definition of things have changed.