Something with light
I've never liked beginnings either. Light comes in swinging uninvited (Meanwhile we are the wheel we were just invented from love) Our body is a room in which anyone hasn't killed anything yet a different time we've been told and so we take the road as taking a gun and make ourselves a heart Beginning is the garden with the white rabbit where we first met our pain (our wound was crafted we were made land birds) And there is the light messing with us penetrating the flesh Light as a pale and arrogant little sun which has never turned us into flames sadly