Timing is forsaken, we will take off the burdensome masks;
they are antiquated,
it’s not worth the wait.

Ships on this vast indigo ocean cater to our inner wounds,

we tend to the storms in each other,

if we get lost in the grief it doesn’t matter,

I will calm your body after the nightmares,
sensations surpassed their stay in the living self,
calm my body, you can calm my body.

But I can’t love you if you don’t take the chance,

Why don’t we open it now,

the twisted metal from attempts at unfolding,

Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.

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