Fingertraps

And now, the ways that the flowers are fearful of nothing, are the ways that my arms come to life. A world that has been sleeping for so long gives up on giving up. I forget how hard it is to remember what you are. I swear I knew more when I was younger theres just so much more to wonder at because
life is made from art.
I am glad for you are figuring out the finger traps.
It’s about time that an army on any side won a battle.
In the ways that a shark can smell blood, are the ways that I can see the end.