Like wits
Ive sold myself with roasted chestnuts
And fires to melted snow
the wind whisped by
and stole my breath
to admit
the less time I saw you
was forgone and measley.
superhero dreams.
and rings and pillows under tank top memes.
remember I write of asherah’s dreams and I ping and read and format and read
to get to know myself.
How do I do that?
Without remorse without lacking without every venerable turn awaiting a custom to be uplifted in security if arrest. It’s been a long time and a quiet life is what I’ve earned best but my mind does not rest in overload or impact . It’s cerebral and all our secrets tied in mental cuffs. It’s personal and I’m patient wise.
I owe my life to cochlear agency.
Follow accord Little Girl, Little Deb. Young Sam. The one true + coworkers.
What other base could I have but another trip in life that will bring me somewhere.
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