Between ruins and rhythm

we walk our cracked roads

drifting through mystic smokes

Bodies becoming constellations

carried by the wound of birth

crowned by the wound of love

we do not fear death

We shed our skins

dissolving the weight of OUR loss

walking the echoes of our past

freeing ourselves from our emotions

opening our hearts

We feel our scars

we wear them

with pride

silence after the screamS

roaring sounds of revolution

silently fading

into acceptance