Angst…

In times of loneliness, when all seems lost, from deep within your solitude an embrace shall reach the tears of your anguish, watering fragile strings of wildness, resonating echoes of your primal self. And as they grow, small purple flowers will obscure unwanted daylights...   © @WingsAutistic - Liberty of Thinking

Imagine trees…

Imagine their roots... Abiding deep like hands With fingers grasping every inch of dirt... Long, curling nails avoiding stones, And bones, and rotting earthworms. Mean tentacles with disrespect For any other creature needing soil And water; dark tenants from another Underworld... You cut the leaves, the spreading branches, And everything under the sun, To leave … Continue reading Imagine trees…