Out of suffering have emerged the strongest Souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” – Khalil Gibran
It has brought itself to the surface. The moment where silence has settled. Here, where darkness starts to remove the layers of my mind. Night as fallen to be here, with me. Spending time to reach into the soul desperately searching for a lost child. My most inner parts of my being is exposed piece by piece. How it always has it’s ways, foraging the elaboration of emotion within me. Softly tearing and pulling apart. Persistently stirring intimate thoughts of becoming. I am in love with it all. Whispering my deepest love and dreadful fears back to me. Unafraid I’ve become, more than human I’ve been made. To love more than human like as the whispering night.
What have you’ve done to me my love?….
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋