Боже

Please make sure

I don't meet a man

of my dreams 

That's just the last shit I'd need

in this lifetime 

Shadows, my favorite

building medium 

at the moment of old

personality collapse

I give up words

for crème brûlée

and probably pie

in lemon

Winter constellations

are single tracks in snow 

for everyone

fire glows in windows

cacao spills, cat rentals

ornament patterns in trees 

Endless sharing for it's

120⁰ trine everywhere

Lego-moms

creating worlds 

from what's been sourced