mortar and pestle wielded in fervour, a pile of abundance awaits the inevitable blend. as earth begins its rebirth so too must the dryad —— to borrow and to return —— if only to seek forgiveness from memories lost to time.
mortar and pestle wielded in fervour, a pile of abundance awaits the inevitable blend. as earth begins its rebirth so too must the dryad —— to borrow and to return —— if only to seek forgiveness from memories lost to time.
i can’t be soft. i can’t let my guard down. i can’t be vulnerable, because they’ll all learn who i really am. i don’t want them to know how weak and pathetic i truly am. fragility is a curse.