I do my best to accept

and work on my issues

But some days it's easier

to kill him

And so I do

He's died many deaths before

But when a day like this

suddenly rushes in

full of golden light

even in a state of being triggered

I let him live

(As my greatest teacher)

I used to get into the car and think

today, it could be over

just one quick moment

and hell no more

 

Here I am still, now all on my own

I might be tired, can't tell a shoe

from my own needs

but those thoughts are gone

 

Don't let it get to you, you hear

come draw with me

and every morning dance your name

We'll dedicate it all... to life

 

We're going to a grove

to listen

to pistachios crack

open

Because I took on too many

roles

and forgot to 

breathe 

Now pack

or I'm losing it

All history of human culture is an attempt to praise a woman. Cherchez la femme, as always. 

Happy March 8th to all the beauties, all the inspirations! 💕

I hand off

the action of the intellect

the motion of thoughts

to the one who handles that best

the strong sex

Freed, I fall into emotions

and dance a wild palette

like I should have been

Find me among tumbleweed

fragrant hops

laughing at dust bunnies

assigning stars to trees 

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