i let the mimosa trees eat me alive today
what started as a bloom
flourished into a thicket
im smothered
with glimpses
of the last time i stood
with a rusty bike in hand
running from the monsters in these woods
so
i hold the purple roses up to the blooms
and i ask for their forgiveness
as i wait for life
to run its course
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
