Crevices and crevices and valleys in your skin.
Smooth like petals and rough like the water.
Your body reflects your mind,
a volcano erupting along a golden shore.
Relax.
It's a lot to ask, its a lot to think about,
Slow your breathing.
Turn the scent of the flowers into your oxygen
and release
I'm craving to feel imperfection in that bittersweet kind of way
Time seems to favor his wounds over mine
Time is at a loss
What use is a clock
when
Crevices and crevices and valleys in your skin
Smooth like petals, rough like the water
Somebody let me in
Chilled to the bone
Calling back home
Release or surrender
Slow your breathing
Save warmth for this winter storm
Coasting back home on a shore
That same golden shore
What can I say
My heart's been set aflame
I'm craving to feel imperfection in that bittersweet kind of way
