she’s the sage burning in your gut if only you could see it the thin veil of smoke separating you from Eden if you can follow it ride her

There’s a deity in me even my inner demons can see I’m made up of three my divinity is a holy trinity I’ve risen as far as I’ve fallen...

Teeming in the wasteland of existence is the nothingness that resides within the everythingness. The oasis is a looming mirage— a...