21-02-2026
In my body, many little flowers grow.
The blood in my veins starts to ripple.
Like a crinkle when you step on snow.
I can feel my ego begins to cripple.
A tree growing itself on me.
Wind blows on the inside of my skin.
Its roots pierce through my body.
Where does this feeling even begin?
I am the fire,
fueled by vibrations.
A figure of water,
filled with sensations.