For those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice, who love endure always coming and going in the hours between dawns, looking inward and outward at once before and after, seeking an hour that can breed futures like bread in our children's mouths, so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours. For those of us who are imprinted with fear like a faint line in the center of our foreheads, learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
Neelu Hilal
@Queen_alien · 0:42
You. Wow. Literally cried after hearing the poem. Thank you so much for sharing that. That was so beautiful. And whatever you share, I'm sure that it will be a reflection of you. And I'm just so proud and grateful to have found a friend like you. Keep him coming. And I'm so glad that you're on this app and you're expressing, sharing what you're about. It's beautiful. Keep doing it