hey there :) here’s some of my abstract thoughts put into words
and then she wept a river of tears carrying all the past, pain, hurt, shame, and it flowed from her and she was made new. whole. light. love.
By Jasmine Schira3 years ago in Poets
Bluest feelings Deepest of rests, breathe into the abyss of gloom breathe, cleanse-breathe, conceive
