I love this because it’s a poem wrapped in a bow, tied up in the knots in a forgotten language that only the soul understands. It is a siren song to those who hear it and chaos to those who do not.
Just Another Person Who Thinks She Knows Something
I love this because it’s a poem wrapped in a bow, tied up in the knots in a forgotten language that only the soul understands. It is a siren song to those who hear it and chaos to those who do not.