Suppressing echoes while trying to craft herself, learning her own way of sprouting (happiness?) or finding a sense of togetherness, perhaps tenderness in case vulnerability isn't robbed -- body shaken by the stabs and loveless nights. Between grounded lands and turmoil seas, having the courage amidst the darkness to give back whiteness to feelings and trying again, over and over. Again, desiring you like a house on fire in an anonymous city – clouds of smoke that turn everydayness into a veil of bliss and hope. Someday the flame will eat her insides, but she can’t wait to be destroyed in that unstoppable love.
Desiring you like a house on fire in an anonymous city