Plants and flowers grew over my words when I told them to you.
You created this space of life,
cause you understood.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoezjaPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
t h i r t y t h r e e
Plants and flowers grew over my words when I told them to you.
You created this space of life,
cause you understood.
