silence overwhelming
muffles ears, and
heart,
and my soul too. a tempest awaits over
yonder,
just
behind this thick and seductive calm,
upon which
I rest a weary head- upon which,
I lose all fear
and dread. and with that first CRACK
of release,
a rumbling of unfathomable possibility follows,
and I am reborn and
free,
and again at peace. I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar