Fragile

Here is your crown

And your seal and rings

And here is your love

For all things ...

I miss the blood rushing through my veins, I miss real conversations, I miss being able to open myself up, I miss playing, I miss mad, beautiful people, and I get so angry when everyone around me keeps asking me only about the places where I work. I miss Life. I miss being remembered. I miss being seen as a Human being.