Don Radhay

Ego is like a balloon my love. Your beauty, oh it is quite stunning I agree, but what is it without earth? Without dirt? I tried to give you substance, I tried to give you earth. But you didn’t want it. See to you, Dirt was ugly. You loved the adoration. But their adoration was nothing but air. Filling up your ego, like a balloon. You love to just travel all alone through the clouds. An empty shell, unaware of what you do to me.

It takes a while for me to get anywhere, I practically lived in dirt, so you know what? I’ll take that dirt, slowly put it together and compress it. It will take time but I’ll be stronger, grounded and shining. Then when we meet again, after the air weakens your empty shell and you slowly fall from the clouds. It will take nothing for me to break you and watch you shrivel back to the ground.

-Don.