soft tremors in this earthquake skin – all at the delicate sound of familiarity. home.
even though I barely understand.
union is so important. whose blood line. creation. there's a beauty, you have to admit, in this existence; biology.
something moving, swooning the feathers from embers burnt adrift from the sky
touching the soft embers - do they burn you or not.
missing symbols to capture this feeling, soft coolness; just out of reach, this language, this voice, these words, this history, this familiarity; this burning reach to understand and feel; but do you actually want to know?
yie zi suo de chao ing ming ming de yue guang de di xing; zai zhe yiang gu nian - ni wei se me hai? muo muo hai...
feel
