Not very often you come across something genius, beautiful and honest as this. At just 17, I think Amy Moretsele is killing it.
You breathe in and out, in and out
you breathe in and out
then you stop
I breathe in and out, in and out
I breathe in and out
then I stop
And between our breaths, in and out
we weave a pattern in the earth
– It remains, just the same,
when you stop and I begin
Tracing the pattern you left before,
it inspires the route of my needle,
your relic under my skin.