and I sail in a glass canoe,
on an infinite river of blood.
I really felt this, really hits the feeling of letting yourself go be it the person, habit, way of thinking or anything an individual clings to..
Amazing poem!
and I sail in a glass canoe,
on an infinite river of blood.
I really felt this, really hits the feeling of letting yourself go be it the person, habit, way of thinking or anything an individual clings to..
Amazing poem!
Thank you very much, my friend. Interestingly that part was the one that most brought deep feelings to me when I was writing it.
Seemingly it's the soul who makes the art, not "me". The me also sails in those waters, without certain knowledge.
Seems like similar one experiences it on my behalf..