05.04.22 | the heartcode

conceived and disinherited by love my depths of uncharted divinity and daunting darkness is by design of creators who, relatively speaking, (without exception) made that house of mirrors feel like a home oh, the days i’ve wasted wandering empirically therapeutic halls bumping into familiar reflections and distorted perceptions of memories that hold me for my own amusement such antiquated saunters made less lonely holding hands with disillusionment so quietly i count strides in my head not always forward but forever ahead with gratitude for my mother and in memory of my father