Finding you is like taking away all the fires that burnt me in.
Took my heart away for a short swim to the land that no one could just restore or say its a love full of vigor. The liquid drunk upon my lips, not ever written full of dismiss, did my own territory became a torture for this space.
I couldn't land myself or call it a home until I haven't crushed on myself into your singing prolonging phase. You are my base of arrival for everything, and everywhere since day One.
An Angel in despair singing with his sword of words upon my ear to be transferred into unlimitless ways of waking up the whole.. by your time in tune wave, a sound full of emotions, to live, to love, and to connect.
Thank you for bringing me back to our real honey, a homeland with no regrets.
Thank You so Much for Your Reading, Tips & Likes much Love and Big Heart to Your side !
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka4 days ago in Fiction
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