• onetosearch 23w

    I used to abide in the secrets of the dark, but now I abide in the frivolous interests of the light. For when your hate has scattered, leaving the glass on the floor and a bomb in your heart, you begin to pick up the pieces, just to explode at your own will, allowing a new creation to born! Now, an artists abodes in you, holding the blood of poetry as glue in your new work. And you live again.