Her mind will check out first, when she realises that she was falling in love with words,
The house will feel empty, grey, stagnant
From here she will feel her heart,
Rage, grief, confusion
Then she will begin to hear a familiar song she had believed could never be heard,
She has no option but to dance,
Rivers flow
Its only when words and action align that the banks gain the strength to carve her beautiful melody,
or lose her song to the maestro on a distant shore
Its an energy thing
Lost, and always home
Straddling worlds 🦋
The seer and the seen
💦🕳💦🕳💦🕳💦
