For the Love of Breathing

For the Love of Breathing

Thursday, May 9, 2024

whole again

It pains me to see us split

the deep sea
had to be split by the staff,

the silver moon
had to crack in half,

without sea parting waves
we would have lost our Way

without the break of our endless cycle,
we would have lived in constant rival

Yes, it pains me to see us split
But we must

To live whole again.

Worried

Fried brain Tired heart Come look at the night The gentle sizzle of nerves you felt as you dipped your face Into the cool p...