2 of wands

Blossom when the air

forces itself out of my lips

Without knowing what it will

be, without purpose.

only because it's time

Life crawling out of my mouth into the world.

It is I crashing myself,

onto the world so I may read later from the bruises on my skin,

like a map -

where the soul leads to connection.

Pain severing the dead parts

and bringing me to my true form

Pain making it real to be alive

The fast-forward blossoming of a hundred roses along with classical music somehow

The screams that help me birth

The bravery that keeps on making me come back

image : must have been the image of pink sheets taken way too fast, it now looks like a very soft soft pink nearly creamy, with grey ares, it looks like movement, if you unfocused you can see concentric circles from the quick snapshot that made everything blurry