I have found a place amidst the desert of myself. It lounges, unchecked and indecorous, with unmatched beauty. It holds the pieces of our past.
What I am saying is this. Give me something rough and unfinished, where your good intentions were smashed to unnecessary by your mouth speaking something true. Give me something with the roots still on, clung with dirt and tasting like forgiveness. Give me something I can hold in my sunburned ...