Overbearing

Tracking compulsions like the seasons
It’s in the repetition that we find the
Seeds of insecurity
All the black holes we hide within ourselves
Covered up and patted over like
Wet sand on a summer day
To dig in, to dig deep
To plunge into all the places that
You don’t want to go
There’s the calling
There’s the meaning

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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