#resistancepoetry
Everything is tangled,
threads weaving between air, trees, and hands.
We grasp for clarity,
but the weight pulls down our thoughts
and turns peace into noise. (1/2)
#resistancepoetry
Everything is tangled,
threads weaving between air, trees, and hands.
We grasp for clarity,
but the weight pulls down our thoughts
and turns peace into noise. (1/2)