I was born on the wrong soil. Others are born to theirs and bind to it. It’s always who they are. For many it’s all they know and all they need possess to feel whole. They awaken when outsiders cut their water, sever their electricity, and while their brothers from the same soil pretend to care,
But I Love My Poor Earth
But I Love My Poor Earth
But I Love My Poor Earth
I was born on the wrong soil. Others are born to theirs and bind to it. It’s always who they are. For many it’s all they know and all they need possess to feel whole. They awaken when outsiders cut their water, sever their electricity, and while their brothers from the same soil pretend to care,