| got_to_envision | ||
| past |
a silence, a removing of the self from the self to bring the self-deprecating truth to full light resulting in a deeper humbling, a realisation of what is real and true, the establishment of that that can lived believably. the standards, set too high, revel in that past that is too far past. in their distance, future is given a taste and the living love postponed, just until snow falls on our melting hearts. |
080607 |
| ... | ||
| unhinged |
what my heart feels like wide_open |
201019 |