From the shadows of the ancient dawn, the voices of forefathers The tapestry of human history is a blend of triumph and tragedy In the heart of Africa three hundred millennia past Life
I forgot to have a big dreamNow that I think about itI never even found my passionThe easy solution would be to claim that I’m a writer But that doesn’t feel
I once wrote that I was held together by duct tape… staples… and thorns of rosesI also said that I was falling apart but no one noticed,Now it seems I
Trigger Warning: Death × I have killed a dozen butterflies…Had their powder dust my fingersAs I grasped my hand tighter and tighterAfraid to let them fly away They were my