Seasons | Poem

Seasons | Poem

[I. The Force That Tugs] Steadfast. Resolute. Definite. Unyielding. These concepts hint at the story our minds have grown tired of hiding, holding, wielding. Steady hands paint constant strokes against the parchment of my heart. Ink stains reveal transparency. One can’t exist alone. You cannot avoid being affected. I see it as such: Visions of […]