I became death the day I was born, slowly growing towards it, being torn

from the realm that was once adorned by every cyclops and horn

worn by dragons, forlorned

lions with manes, flesh torn…

Leaving your rains to feed my wealth

I know I had to bloom, finding my stealth

Did you have to bring monsoons? My soil sandy, still so much room

Breath that causes sound, where that breath comes from no one has found

Sound is what creates everything you see,

it vibrates the air forming energy into things.

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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