Many white horsesin ignorancevery tamed oneswhile horizon wentblurAnd I forgot my names When I go knocking on heaven’s doorI don’t want my white and black pebblesto be countedI want to tell about all the times I was in dungand felt a hand lift me upI want to tell about all the times I was hungryandContinue reading “when I go”
The illusion of being free is greater here.
CARE pops up as EXIT
Wave goes up and down
like the thought that just went by.
Just another story.