in recent times ive learnt that happiness derives from self expression and letting yourself flourish, no matter how repulsive the audience is.
bare red basin,
bleeds below,
it moves, silently,
softly beating like a hearts vibration
(honest, pure - utter magic)
rivers like cracks,
dive so deeply into her mind,
soothing her soul as ridge like ramps ravage
an outer shell - shaped in time,
(an illusion)
masked mother,
how do you hold that,
infinite weight,
scattered accross countless countries and continents,
whilst i can hardly bear the weight,
of my own existence
(?)
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