I’ve been to that grove,
where no matter the Source is;
and I walked it off,
how long I’d last;
sore-ring to cope,
whole band on the canyon
(when the days have no number)
it harms me
it harms me
it harms me
I’ll let it in.
Category: The Gifts of Trauma
The Gifts of Trauma II
“Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.” ~ Kurt Cobain