maybe I got it all: maybe I got it all backwards... but hear me out... when I write,mostly; I talk about love in metaphors... maybe because I was raised to hide my emotions...
in yours, for some reason I looked at it the other way around... it felt like my life is represented in front of my eyes with a brutal scene(I'd say) of your doing (your writing)… especially the part where you say,
“My Delicate touch traces incisions
What feats of delicate assassinations
Will I play with today?
I've lined you up sweetly and discretely
Murdered what pride is on display “
Kind of reminds me of my reflections to what has happened, what is happening and maybe.. what will keep happening… I keep tracing those incisions…. great piece!
Thank you and Best of luck!
Thank you smoothie :)I: Thank you smoothie :)
I checked what Google said, and it didn't give the piece it's worth ;) it didn't translate properly but It made my day you looked it up :)
I appreciate you, and your words
best of luck
Always loved the longest:
Always loved the longest day of the year. There’s something special about it. The ancients were far more attuned to lunar and solar cycles than modern society, and I think there’s something beautiful about that – because it connects us to the bigger picture – the Cosmos. Of which, we are apart.