“Like a broken arrow, I’ll catch the tail wind and draw the clouds, burning sugar, as black as smoke, closing walls; I open my heart. She sings when she hurts.
It’s good to sink deep inside, to my only touchstone. She’s a friend in the dark, my strength, my memories. She delights in torture, but she holds my hand and never shields me.
Because the best shield is to accept the pain, then what can really destroy me? Let me close my eyes and lie invisible, and perhaps the clouds will pass through me.”
Gets me everytime, so I thought I would share it with you.