Children bring reminders of so many things.
Red is the blood dancing through me and orange is my sunset.
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
Chill Out. Remember Everything.
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
Let's Breathe Together
Not everything on this terrain
Is born and grown the same.
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
It is indeed a time of revealing. In an instant, the nastiest, most profane and viral parts of the human unearth themselves.
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?