Surrounded by a heavy thickness Myself sitting in a rust lined clawfoot tub with brass footing. Covered in dried up roses blood filled to the brim with worms all around.

Uncomfortable but i know I’m laying in here protected by my own darkness.

Each worm balanced off a different rose just waiting to tell their stories of the time when they felt alive.

With each touch that brushed against my skin was a new line or story of why they love being dead.

Not all morbid they got to meet their family they never knew on the other side.

It was a lot . More voices than you could imagine . Luckily i had my headphones so i respectfully put my headphones and let them get their stories out while i listened to music.

The voices turned into energy poems that i could feel crawling along my body some came to rest to catch the vibrations form the others stories with no words just signals.

Imagine the most beautiful poem you have ever heard. Now imagines those stories being told on your skin.

So for the rest of the night they crawled around and told their stories and i fell asleep as one would do to a bedtime story .

The tub filled so high that worms blood and roses were everywhere.

Was this The beginning or something or something coming to an end? Either way we were all at peace in this moment and we cherished it or at least i did.

Thank you Much love and wish your safe travels on your journey.