I want to allow my sadness to consume me.
let it get so big that it becomes me,
no longer just a part of my being
but it is me myself.
I want it to
transform me,
craft me,
make me like a sad poem
or tortured artist,
I want to paint the prettiest pictures
with the bitter fruit.
Let the rot nourish
my wisdom,
my existence.
Allow it to bleed
and flourish
into
every aspect of mine.
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