my flesh is a great poem, my eyes are a letter to the gods.
my fists clenched hold unbearable love.
my feet sore walk every parable ever told.
at night i sleep alone and uncomforted. in the mornings i awaken as new and fresh again.
my heart holds memories of all the people i have loved.
my spleen bleeds nightly from those who have wronged me. and my tongue so sharp it cuts those closest to me. i was born for soul crushing devotion. for an adventure so wild and free it can’t be named.
my dreams vivid and uncontrollable highlight all that lack's in me but what is life if not returning to yourself over and over again?