The air passed at last, through the tiny hole, filling the dome with shrouded truths.The bubble is no longer fit to inhabit, collecting water with a sieve, swallowing honey sorrow.There’s a snow crumb in the centre of the pit, numbing all the pains.Won’t stand in my way, I yearn a gut reaction.Labelling does not restrict. It reveals.
..aware
The air passed at last, through the tiny hole, filling the dome with shrouded truths.The bubble is no longer fit to inhabit, collecting water with a sieve, swallowing honey sorrow.There’s a snow crumb in the centre of the pit, numbing all the pains.Won’t stand in my way, I yearn a gut reaction.Labelling does not restrict. It reveals.