Sometimes I wonder if this is all I am or all I can be. The sapling sprouted from a dampening watery bloodied making, turned into a suckling crying milk preying baby.
Feeding and forming whilst building and bonding in the endless vastness of becoming something, yet still sucking and sapping unending. Born corruptible into all corruption, a friend of virtue and vice.
Sometimes I wonder if this is all I am or all I can be. Drowning in dreams of vanity, whilst keeping my sanity and waking to the steaming reality of longings belonging to worries unending.
Emmalase.
Emmalase