A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Full of life
The chapter on burning and touching
Note to self
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?