BE MY VESSEL

on my city & my body.

This city always was a lonely one. I am waiting for an apocalypse to make me feel alive. I am waiting for the sorrow to cut open my throat. Show me my vocal chords, show me the Adam’s Apple from inside. Gentle & kind. Learn to be both. Never forget what you were born as: a helpless being. I learn love as an art; the way you capture a moment with a camera. I learned hate as a blanket, warm & comforting. Everything starts comforting you when you were always disturbed. Be my vessel & I’ll be your saint.