photo by me (Ben Brooks)
Letting go,
We travel in this darkness.
This soaking sun has gripped me now
In deep, salt-watered pores.
You cling to me,
Breaking through voids
With thoughts that dark hearts bleed better.
There is hidden love.
Unknown creatures learn their limits.
I see a young girl with a free soul
And in the sand, you sank.
We became the sea.
Doubting existence
And consuming weak souls
An aura too gentle
That delicate curse.
She cries.
The wolf howls with hot breath in the night,
Immersed with delusion,
Finding a single moment of feeling one's intensity.
About the Creator
b. h.
the lost words of b.h.
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