i keep on evolving
no, not for growth
each time, complicating
no, not for oath
the disease i have
streams like a river
the nature of mine
forever is unfamiliar
still and all, hoping
it might be love
it might be brain
it might be rough
it might be mundane
—the answer will unfold.
YOU ARE READING
capricious style
Rawaka compilation of written work that lacks firmness, and instead, is full of sudden changes. genre: random // english
