A cryptic spring tale

Posted on 10th April 2016 by Veronica

The place where my voice was silenced
is opening up my black heart.

Spilling out the sticky tar,
the memories of time lost and spent.

Drilling holes into the wood
to seek shelter.

Newborn in judgement.

Listening.

Moving.

The angelic numbers of fullfilment combined.

Viewing myself in a new light
which shines straight into the core.

Radiating back all that
which was meant to be.

The suffering in spring.

The pain of growth,
of letting go.

Shed your skin and awaken.

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Veronica is the founder of Hyperbrain.me. With one foot in the past and one in the future she takes inspiration from older aesthetics and ideas to apply them in updated form today. She is passionate about teaching timeless skills and believes that the world needs more polymaths.