I want to be born from the beauty of dead things.
Not bound to a vessel that’s dying.
Let’s go hunting.
Dumpster diving for dreams!
03 May 2016 2 Comments
by giovannaleah in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: death, disease, dying, existence, hunting, loss, love, poem, poet, poetry, quote, searching, sickness, spoonie, thoughts
I want to be born from the beauty of dead things.
Not bound to a vessel that’s dying.
Let’s go hunting.