pen blocked.
inspire me
let the chosen words bleed
from my imagination, into a cloud
possibly the cloud of smoke
surrounded by me now
I arise with wanting
and end the days
lying awake, needing
and the only thing that's worse
is spending the time in between
waiting for my insides to come undone
and pour out of...
let the chosen words bleed
from my imagination, into a cloud
possibly the cloud of smoke
surrounded by me now
I arise with wanting
and end the days
lying awake, needing
and the only thing that's worse
is spending the time in between
waiting for my insides to come undone
and pour out of...