Like a volcano birthing hot lava from her loins so do we emerge into our existence on a crimson tide of endless opportunity. And like the flaming lava consuming everything in its wake so do we in youthful grandeur flow through life with blazing passion and furious velocity, and too like the lava that slowly cools and turns to molten rock do we lose our vigour we move much slower we grow ever older. We should be so lucky and inclined to leave such a memory forged into the hearts and minds of those we love like the lava that once destroyed now creates and forms part of our collective human experience.
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms