Axis51

As a child my misguided innocence led lay the strings of apathy I thread upon.
          	Foolish boy disgusted with the bricks he laid down, a slop in the eyes of every stonemason.
          	Following the trail of a corvid through spiny thorns, bleeding my arms and legs simply to look at her beauty.
          	Now my sunflower shows me the sun with no thorns.
          	Yet why do I miss the thorns?
          	Insanity most likely.

Axis51

As a child my misguided innocence led lay the strings of apathy I thread upon.
          Foolish boy disgusted with the bricks he laid down, a slop in the eyes of every stonemason.
          Following the trail of a corvid through spiny thorns, bleeding my arms and legs simply to look at her beauty.
          Now my sunflower shows me the sun with no thorns.
          Yet why do I miss the thorns?
          Insanity most likely.