9 months on. 9 months gone.

My soul is troubled by the over-oppressive views of this world we inhabit.

It shifts and courses through my body like a horrid serpent trying to escape.

There’s no value in the things we’ve exploited and the borrowing of others and their ears or minds.

Ultimately there is hope for good. A good that expands and explores niches we’ve so far forgotten.

Questions are asked all to easily. Lives intertwine all too simply and there’s nothing but words.

Please, in words that haven’t been written before; value yourself, big up that soul you have, farm your love.

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