Grazie, Damien.
In a place I no longer have to hold my breath.
I breathe freely
But then I see that my oxygen
Is poisened
Cough cough
I guess that’s…
Tag Wendy Cockcroft Notes from the Hill Kiwi’s Stories Night Cracks Marc Sean
Reaching to find your eyes
I come undone as I rise
Each try will be effort toward devotion
Your mind is not desert, it’s an ocean