my solemn is quietmy soul has slipped so far into my sanctuary I have been unable to speakit's not that I feel nothing I feel everything, maybe too deepfeeling like I forgot to talk or I forfeited the rightevil...

my Sadness grew becoming a motherblooming with Fear for her childrenit was no small thing to reconcileto self soothe, when she scream while giving birth to themthe children were inconsolable Fears became Angerhe was the last to be deliveredand...

depression reigns and I cannot alterin the end love betrays us allwhether it be a slow slipping away of passionor a heart that can't let go...hurtingdying in the moment as feelings buildeuphoria when you utter you love medeep sadness...

blowing across the desert flying aa a hawk in the skyor perhaps more intune with the airI'm tethered to Earth but air and space are my immortal portalsthe very blood running through meeyes loom in the heavens they are...