I'll try not to fade away.
I'll keep in touch.
The rivers open wide,
wouldn't you like to see?
I've found trinkets of seams,
draped around mortal beings.
Like my own thoughts & veins,
captivated by lethal sayings.
Wounding me;
Loving me;
Bringing me hope.
Tying down around your fingers;
They say time will heal all that exists
They say a lot of things that don't make sense.
Im watered down by my capillary veins-
Tugging me until I'm sane.
-painting by mark ryden
