Every kissAn unfamiliar place sitsSinking in my heart of abyssJust how long will it be this? What does “love” mean Boiling floodsFloating mudslides Bone breaking hugsGhosts trapped in breaths A reason to stay aliveA reason I don’t want What does it...

𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙—𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖑'𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖍'𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉 𝖆𝖞𝖊, 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊—𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊—𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖞𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖝—𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖕 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘...

Called and Chosen: Sometimes the Pit   Contorted dungeon, depths of creviced cracks, such minded designs – Madness as find. Somewhere/somehow, everything is fine. Such a wild wilderness, that comes to mind. We saw the future in the melting verdure – Following the signs, we went ever...