I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
Beloved Ones,Inner synthesis is achieved through the termination of energetic cords, dual inserts and all that fragments our minds, souls and physical being. It is achieved by concluding old chapters and anything that keeps us attached to who we…