translucent child
translucent child that's all i am can't really see what left i have these fragile bones feel like a cage with no space in me to actually care crystal clear skin and ruminating mind teeny tiny wrists unable to fight wildest vices consuming my empathy where's your perfect god when i really need him? if i die or if i stay, if i cry or if i pray if i'm loved or if i'm low if i'm here or if i'm gone love love love love so low low low low P.S. This piece is from my really old notebook, in which i used to write everything. It doesn't really resonate with me, but it's still beautiful - so i'm posting it :) Gaja.