Show me your face before this sentence was flayed.
or drown in eternity.
the fierce indifference of stars image Wendy Andrews
The place where everything makes sense and no sense. waters rise and fall, digesting takes its toll. In that place I know myself, all the twists and turns, the bends and ends.
the discomfort and the ease. yet still I return, sensitive. Latent, yet stirring. Not being swayed to be.