Ink and thoughts both dressed in black.
Too much darkness for creatures of the sun.
This voice inside tells me to run
from these realities; to the sun and back.
I wait in line for immortality,
Yet, divinity is found through actions
Not my predictable, selfish reactions.
Gods light can only be grown organically.
Be that helping hand.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Ink and thoughts both dressed in black.
Too much darkness for creatures of the sun.
This voice inside tells me to run
from these realities; to the sun and back.
I wait in line for immortality,
Yet, divinity is found through actions
Not my predictable, selfish reactions.
Gods light can only be grown organically.
Be that helping hand.
