pain nails me to The Now there is no pulling away the only escape lies in finding the drift, riding the swells until there is nothing but those sacred undulations
POEM: Agony’s Anchor
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
pain nails me to The Now there is no pulling away the only escape lies in finding the drift, riding the swells until there is nothing but those sacred undulations
