There are things growing inside me that I cannot explain..
Like flowers they bloom through my sockets
With little, bright petals that face the sun
They stem themselves in between my arteries and veins, leaving no space for darkness or negativity
Their vines wrap around my brain, squeezing so gently as to only press inadequate thoughts out
I am grateful for these things that have grown
inside me...
Which now show themselves on my outside too
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
There are things growing inside me that I cannot explain..
Like flowers they bloom through my sockets
With little, bright petals that face the sun
They stem themselves in between my arteries and veins, leaving no space for darkness or negativity
Their vines wrap around my brain, squeezing so gently as to only press inadequate thoughts out
I am grateful for these things that have grown
inside me...
Which now show themselves on my outside too
