i am drowning in your many waters sea and sky reversed like an inside-out TV looking up into the depths of your you-ness i want to be deeper i want to go deeper i want to know deeper i want to we deeper i want to wear your body like a self and look at me which is you the mirror is the door
The lid of a stained glass bottle, leaves a burning sensation in my palm. What was I hoping for? Surely, this message will wrinkle- my painful words silently drifting away. And all that'd be left was my starving soul, craving to be found one day.