XIII (death)
it takes at least 80 years for my bones to crack and become brittle, in 50 years they can be made into a home for native flowers.
XII (the hanged man)
i am afraid to let go./ they take another breath and fill their cheeks.
it takes at least 80 years for my bones to crack and become brittle, in 50 years they can be made into a home for native flowers.
i am afraid to let go./ they take another breath and fill their cheeks.
A crown of flowers/ and a soul of fire.
a golden kiss/ under amethyst/ skies.