I don't mind you getting stuck in my head.
It was a feeling I used to dread.
You don't try to make my walls crumble.
In the field beside it we can stumble.
A caresscent breeze flows through me.
There where a frozen river used to be
{ 8 October 2023 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
