Whereby,
I will not wear white gloves to pick and dry the flowers that have grown.
I've remembered how to tie rope, and begun the process of construction.
The thorns leave traces, and crown my nails in the length it took.
"Thou art that," was all he said.
I've been waking up to hear your breath. The ocean crashes somewhere, rests the tears to cradle the washed into place glass separated into ice observed. There was a pool to follow it inward towards one black stone cut smooth with teeth.
I've remembered how to tie rope, and begun the process of construction.
The thorns leave traces, and crown my nails in the length it took.
"Thou art that," was all he said.
I've been waking up to hear your breath. The ocean crashes somewhere, rests the tears to cradle the washed into place glass separated into ice observed. There was a pool to follow it inward towards one black stone cut smooth with teeth.