| gold_panning_my_ashes | ||
| Doar |
to gently swirl the sediment of my being, there must some amount of personal worth left. considering the world has smeared it's way across my eyes it makes me wonder somedays whether there are little specks of golden still left. and when i've cooked every little remainder of my mirrors may someone else take those flakes of gold and use them to create a better home. |
050722 |
| ... | ||
| egger | there's got to be a phoenix feather in there somewhere... | 050722 |