The act of cleansing consists of removing impurities.
I love the water, the warmth, the smells...sounds familiar.
I find myself holding on to a lot.
I didn't ask to. Nor do I practice.
You just look around time to time and see familiar pieces and wonder.
Why are you here?
Maybe my aura consists of something?
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm not.
My genuine affection and care has been diluted by societies inner exchange of false visuals.
I rid of the aroma daily, watching it all drain.
Still in my heart I feel...
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm not.
My genuine affection and care has been diluted by societies inner exchange of false visuals.
I rid of the aroma daily, watching it all drain.
Still in my heart I feel...