In life, love gnawed my skin
To this white bone;
What love did then, love does now:
Gnaws me through.
In life, love gnawed my skin
To this white bone;
What love did then, love does now:
Gnaws me through.
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Those sugary planets whose influence won for him
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I cannot contain my life.
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories