We have to wither and die a little.
Prune, snip off all the bad, no-good things.
Even the parts that grew another home in your veins and bloomed roses around your ribcage.
Thing is, it is a place you need not visit anymore.
Burn down all the empty houses
with
light-bulbs still on & unlocked doors.
You need not wait.
From the ashes and bones,
there, you're blooming.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
We have to wither and die a little.
Prune, snip off all the bad, no-good things.
Even the parts that grew another home in your veins and bloomed roses around your ribcage.
Thing is, it is a place you need not visit anymore.
Burn down all the empty houses
with
light-bulbs still on & unlocked doors.
You need not wait.
From the ashes and bones,
there, you're blooming.
