Rashael @rashael
Lost in isolation…with stitches not on clothes bt my say…eyes that look not for light but searches for darkness…hair peeping from my scalp onto the other side…my fingers gliding through not ur body but ur soul…there’s earth beneath…nd abv…
But yes I do hear voices or rather cries,wails and sobs…every fluid inside my body has dried…I’m present but my name is past…my feet can’t move but they do carry me to the other side…
YET I knw the past was an art of beauty!!!