poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Confronting the nightsky and all its planets,its stars dancing amongst constellations,Weaving between the moons and the almighty sun.I become stuck,blinded by its truth,its quite hard to deny how the heart feels when facing what it desires,Quite hard to deny the true nature of Self,the true nature of you,Denied in a mouth full of milk and […]