Pleasure is the ubiquitous

Patronizer of compassion

All untimely and selfish.

Selfish to lay under ones own house and not get up.

Took my time away, honed my writing skills and poetry.

Master of None and Many

I have gained.

But only for mere seconds in disdain.

I don’t want to manage the weight, I want to see the world

Through this lens

And appreciated bookends

And long scrolls

And many laughs and stories.

Kindness can be appreciated

And I think journals are cool too

And my journal became shared with the world.

Am I without compassion to do this?

Or simply archaic.

The Modern World was built on a Handshake.

And this woman holds to prophet.

I can do anything.