I am writing this as my heart sits on top of Love.
I am afraid, but I am still standing.
I have grown so very large, I am always followed by an ego…
Thus, I look ahead and begin to get ahead of myself.
And then I write poetry, because the mighty lord told me that he needed my help.
To write as much as I can… He is pulling those weeds out, and ugly scars — as he pulls out suffering humans from hell.
