poem by Wanda Tomblin.
I wish my skin felt like home
Like my breath felt like my own.
Like the water wasn't so dark,
Like the fire not so hot.
As I try to break the surface I realize it is made of the thickest of ice...
but I dont panic I take comfort in the fact that I might never breath the air,
that this deep, dark water will be all i ever breath,
because it's all i've ever known.
In a way it's the most dangerous type of safe.
a home within a hell.
a captured inhabitant that will die within it's shell.
I did not take this photo and i'm not
the subject; i do not give nor take
credit for it. However, I do give
kudos for whoever is the artist. I
Love it! :D
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