Yes, master...
I don't want that to be my destination.
But here I am.
And between this fantasy/reality,
I wake.
The title of a jar, filled with worms, I can trust.
Unearth me, lord.
Oh lord, I'm terrified, frightened of witches, goblins and the likes.
I'm in kindergarten.
In the moment.
You haven't failed, me.
I ask this: on this world of our own imagine, how it'd be without the taste of water... and parish the thought, remember how to forget.
No comments:
Post a Comment