It moves, and it flows, and it finds a way. It’s a beautiful process the reclaiming of its body in a way.
Swirling madness consuming us so, pieces of you and I. I dance and whirl like the fires below, consumed for I would die. I love
Saw him in summer. Burned in my mind he was froze. Spring has sprung once more. KKF
Being and Birth
Your blood flows red like all others in this game, carry your head high and speak proudly your name.
Dig deep within to find that which is true, that which others hold dear and love about you.
I perpetrate the strength one who will not be broken, in effect breaking myself. All the while knowing weakness is not in being vulnerable, it is for me never allowing myself to exist there. KKF