the photosynthesis of healing (with Emory Hall)
What will become of this story inside my chest?Will I excavate it from my bones give it light and water, and air?
Let it bloom into a garden of flowers in your name?
Or will I let it stay and let you bury me?
This is the question I am always asking myself:
What will become of my stories: gardens or graveyards?
The photosynthesis of healing