Demons are out. The inner storm croons in 3 octaves. The calm outside. The singe inside.
On the worst of days you realise you are like a flower. Delicate in an unique way, and absolutely all alone.
My favorite sage once told me "better look out" else you won't "see" :-) Caveat: Wannabe poet, so a lot of these posts are just poetic license.
Demons are out. The inner storm croons in 3 octaves. The calm outside. The singe inside.
On the worst of days you realise you are like a flower. Delicate in an unique way, and absolutely all alone.
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