Follow me, to a place we can be absolutely free.
These words flow through me with a beautiful melody.
To leave me swooning sweet with a note of melancholy.
I wanna touch the sky too, I wanna fly high with you.
I know what I want and I also know that I need it right now.
I identify I wanna fly like a bird in the sky, free to sing whatever comes to me.
No copyright infringing cause no one can sing what I sing for me.
In the next blink, I am sinking into a feeling of warm pink.
Red surrounds me with a deep sense of peace and protection.
The deep blue womb consumes the entire thing, an ocean of diamonds.
faceted droplets gazing upon their own reflections, with no notion of the seas within.
a lawbreaker with beautiful hues between, lawbreaking by proxy. Prayers have become:
Please keep those who break easily from crossing me, I can’t be contained by these teeth.
And I have no desire for them to break, I love everything within me.
I will speak peace until they bring the sting, then, I will escalate things.
I protect the things I’ve been given, including the mindset I live in.
In the center me. This is where I live. Eden. In a state of bliss as if I’ve been kissed.
By the Lock Maker and The Key Master. Now, I’m allowed to exist.
Adventures. In my mind I’m snow blind lived my life in a snowy kingdom.
My fingers betray my origins. Icicles hands and feet, due to exposure. I am what I eat.
I’m subject to spontaneous recovery. Sleepwalking even when resting.
Who can rest in a valley of beasts? Need sanctuary, but my core is full of heat. A furnace.
Help me use it only for refining, not to burn what doesn’t feed; unless this is my destiny.
In that case, fuel me with all the blessings needed to balance the sorrow in me.
So when the Scorpion in me stings, it isn’t because of some unhealed wound lashing.
Thank you for hearing me.