There's something in the bygone April I am still stuck up in it. I am not hung up there, but it has got some sweet nectar. More I sucked the nectar of profound poems, more I vomited golden honey in patches of words. They condensed to form a 'replica' of my heart, yet it beats. I visit yet again, myriad times I strolled, Life jumps out of the nectar named April, and I name it elixir. — % & Me and my #moapril are bee and flower. It wasn't good or bad. Rather it was a poison making me taste the elixir better. #transationandacceptance Struggled with the bg so much. Lol. Pc. Pinterest.
