You toke hold of each finger
Making promises
Saying prayers
Void of faith

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
You toke hold of each finger
Making promises
Saying prayers
Void of faith
Florida water
Spilled by my baby
Who’s father cursed me
And tries to take letters out my name
In the distance you looked like home
In the distance I felt your warmth
The best kind
Reassuring ole faithful
Trust embedded in our waves
Breaking shores holds my hand
heal my head
I couldn’t wait for me to let go
Let God
For you to lead me
Embracing the illusion of racing
Catch me pacing
Evaporating within myself
Only help I need comes from fallen leaves and remembered stolen ancestors
Who’ve found themselves floating in the endless air
I have no fear
Never scared
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.


