every monsoon exhausts itself eventuallyi wrote like a wildfire all nightused my words as breadcrumbsto guide myself out of the black forestuntil my hands shookand the moon traded places with the sunand i stumbled at last out of the labyrinthclear-eyed and hungry for light again
i wrote like a wildfire all nightused my words as breadcrumbsto guide myself out of the black forestuntil my hands shookand the moon traded places with the sunand i stumbled at last out of the labyrinthclear-eyed and hungry for light again