Golden views from the window pane
I look out into the world and it's not the same
A beautiful man lay next to me
Caramel, Brown skin, and I'm 5'3"
Abandoned by everyone
Even got rejected
No voices at all
In the past neglected
Yet, we smile anyway thru everything
So we feel no pain
Apathetic to the darkness
Accepting only light
It's our proclamation to claim
No matter if it is here or Timbuktu
As long as you lie here next to me
Home will always be you
About the Creator
Daa'Jah
Sharing memoirs of a heyoka empath.
The Intersection of Past and Upcoming
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** A bellow, a shriek, a roar… one by one… emanated in the distance, but closed in. Not one single hair on one single neck in the valley wasn’t standing at attention.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile7 days ago in Fiction
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