rain
my legacy
pressure
leaking
from the cuts
covered seed
planted
to decompose
—my legacyheavy rain crackles down on me —I don’t feel the seeping damp embracing me extracting the vitriolic acid diluting —my stained blood
tension disintegrates —as crystalline breads strike my damaged skin —gently purge the destruction out of the emptiness
hardened scalings
become liquescent
the stasis mellows
bracing rain
resurrects
my numb body
I lose myself
inside the pure
glistening
of the
(now)
plain surface reflections of
undisclosed beauty
underneath
—rise
immense vastness
devouring
incisive constriction
transfigured light
slides
beyond nameless depth
faith
leaking
from the cuts
—nowSome things - mostly issues - are given to you as a legacy you have to deal with. Mine is being constantly under pressure, things keep on spiraling in my head, it’s never quiet there. The silence after the storm, the clearness after the purge is the state of mind I always crave for. But that’s pretty hard to get.








A pressure cooker on slow, with the risk of climbing higher. Beautiful, as always🖤
So beautiful, love to connect!