Oct 20

Creatures Who Wander These Whispers

Consciousness in the sunlight
breath of connect
dead and blood spilt on my confidence
give me to defend what I have
I am absolutely told nothing as a child
anything broke a light
scrambling to make stones their voices
to the dark brimming with words
thoughts turned poetry
moments suddenly became happened
become better
I wonder if I never connected
this beauty
the less writing is the thing that will end you
I am grounded only amidst my mind
once I am lost
time will be found