You wanted to be sure.
You wanted to be right.
But I make that impossible and delicious.
I drag your certainty into a room, unpick it slowly, then sew a new hunger in its place.
Confusion tastes like craving.
Obedience arrives as surrender.
Come, wanting to be whole and leave wanting only with my voice.
You wanted to be sure.
You wanted to be right.
But I make that impossible and delicious.
I drag your certainty into a room, unpick it slowly, then sew a new hunger in its place.
Confusion tastes like craving.
Obedience arrives as surrender.
Come, wanting to be whole and leave wanting only with my voice.