Insomnia

Posted on by anna christ

She woke up a bee sleeping in a Passion flower

narcosis of narcissus inhaling the image becoming the image

taken away lost in the scent attracted

sleeping for hours days and aeons in passion

sweetness of surrender as everything ends…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...