There is a fog that lingers ahead of where you stand.
It's calling you out by name in a whisper.
It's familiar voice is something you'll never forget.
It's tempting.
It's chaotic exterior doesn't compare to it's gentle caress.
It's violent rumble doesn't compare to the muffled noise you hear when you're inside it.
You could raise your foot to step into it so easily.
But as you know from last time, its always much harder to find your way out then it is to walk in.
You think maybe because you have been here before that you know where to go and what to expect but you're sadly mistaken.
It's thickened more since the last time you stopped by.
It's become more violent.
It's become more deafening.
It's become more blinding.
It's become intensely dark.
Will you walk into it or will you walk away?
CITEȘTI
I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poezie"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
