Have a Ball Healing

Intuitively Invited, Photo of BradensEye by Kenneth Hiraoka

Follow and you will be lead. Try to forget and you will be reminded. Time after time again I’ve butted my brain against pain. Only to be thrown down into the trenches of darkness below every light sweeper. Whirling round the gloomy such that even any of my sounds couldn’t reach the streets of support. So low in that hole that my soul’s cry came out muted. Until a shred of my heart arose like a midget splinter upon the surface of my skin. It bled through…