I
See the color of song
Hold the fabric of bodies in motion
Taste the weight of soliloquy
And
Hear the sound of my breaking heart
At this feast for five senses
Because
I chose and chose and chose
In fear
A barren world without soul
-EJoveJohnson
You do tormented very well.
I hope it is not where you are now.
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Thank you. It isn’t always where I am. But when I am in a darker place, I find it to be empowering to use that darkness to make something beautiful.
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