Apr 19, 2022
this line and the last stanza of your poem remind me of how I describe the depth of certain pain and grief pockets as having infinite depth that can never empty but as they drain they create infinite space for light
this line and the last stanza of your poem remind me of how I describe the depth of certain pain and grief pockets as having infinite depth that can never empty but as they drain they create infinite space for light
Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.