#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.

My head is splitting,and I can feel the two halvesas I sit here drenched in imaginary water. It rises up around me,and seems to sing – heal. heal.heal. I focus on my mind,Just for a second, but,it’s too busy.I think it’s a little like a market,just stuck inside my skull.Instead of spilling onto cobblestone alleyways,inContinue reading “#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.”