How many times
must my mind
bury you, and my
heart keep you alive?
How adept at shattering
and gathering must I
become, before the work
that was said unto us,
trialed thus...cease?
Breath is the sound that
answers that silence...no matter
what, I cherish your breath
as you cherish mine.
There are some things as
dear as breath...though they
may come and go.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
How many times
must my mind
bury you, and my
heart keep you alive?
How adept at shattering
and gathering must I
become, before the work
that was said unto us,
trialed thus...cease?
Breath is the sound that
answers that silence...no matter
what, I cherish your breath
as you cherish mine.
There are some things as
dear as breath...though they
may come and go.
