born in the season i never met,
but still i bleed like an autumn leaves ~
skin in soil,
rust in the bone,
gold in the soul.
everything falls, to become more whole.
born again, bare
bare to begin again
body,
and the whisper from the tress.
soulthesea
2025-07-24 23:05:43 +0000 UTCChris
2025-07-24 13:29:18 +0000 UTC