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.