I can't decide if I like it. I can't decide if I like it.
oneword writing exercise
Enclosed in your arms, in the arms of your pain, I dream of fires, of the purity of ash, of the green shoot that climbs from the earth seeking warmth, of the feral nature of our mind.
Enclosed in your arms, in the arms of your pain, I dream of fires, of the purity of ash, of the green shoot that climbs from the earth seeking warmth, of the feral nature of our mind.