unconscious whispered prayer

I want to sew the world’s peaces of thoughts
And gather all misunderstood feelings
Simple as it is
Impossible as it can seem

Bury the static, Let there be life beyond
Don’t swallow others blister
Distinguish and ravish disease

To listen to the silence
Not to plan beginnings
Whisper my craving


Fair enough…
None before…
Dove-eyed seed.


Fever Dream - Iron & Wine