Yours.. Yours and sincere.
And at the end of your dress there is a light, as if you collect all dawn of life to fight... the innocence of dying
Yet.. Under the ground there is a spirit wounding in the valley of shadows...
To feel or not to feel... in this unmitigated meandering of our bodies... like a wildness in the longing in its readiness for a tenderness kill,
bone in or bone out.... flesh innocent in its fulfillment, in the different colors of our skin
gyrating in the warmth... of our time capsule, waiting... waiting for an answer..!
to feel or not to feel, the innocence of our dying feelings.. In the early morning fog.. As if in a dream.
