Break down, forever crumbling.
microscopic sand brushes my skin like ashes
of dead ones poured onto Mother Gaia.
It whispers with the wind, I am still here remember me.
We both meet at the spot we agreed to unite at different times.
Does that devalue our promise?
One day we’ll get it right.
But for now, I write you into oblivion.
Seems less than what I dreamed of but my dresses
keep falling apart. I have become a seamstress.
I strive to prepare for that chance, where you will see my body
flowing and all things manifest.
Weaving destiny and intention into clothing
I offer to the Gods for my puzzle piece.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
Break down, forever crumbling.
microscopic sand brushes my skin like ashes
of dead ones poured onto Mother Gaia.
It whispers with the wind, I am still here remember me.
We both meet at the spot we agreed to unite at different times.
Does that devalue our promise?
One day we’ll get it right.
But for now, I write you into oblivion.
Seems less than what I dreamed of but my dresses
keep falling apart. I have become a seamstress.
I strive to prepare for that chance, where you will see my body
flowing and all things manifest.
Weaving destiny and intention into clothing
I offer to the Gods for my puzzle piece.
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