It Is Done

What is the cure?

Devotion supports the endless longing 

The pockets of god are filled with my grief when I can’t hold it all myself

And nothing feels quite as good as being a servant to love 

And even then I’m left with the fact that I will never see you again 

Caution:

Never let a lion near you 

But you should allow the crab to merge between your ribs 

It is Done