Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
deserted thoughts...
When I die
I want my body burned...
Rolling on a mountain
Rolling down to the hills...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
There used to be so much sorrow behind these eyes...
a lonely girl passing away into the inviting black...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...
By principles,
We limit freedom...
Here we are
standing on the...
As dawn lights ablaze with bright colours,
the iridescent wings of a butterfly shine...
Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...