it's time to kneel at night's altar
quieten thoughts
to swallow answers into silence
and survive
for I'm too wild for sleep to be
anything pure
Just waiting to go home to Scout and I'm in that space where everything feels surreal, and other people seem alien. All I've done to...
2 comments:
This is beautiful, Maya.
It felt unfinished.. so extra thanks for your vote, Nicole!
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