The deep desiring is real.
Sprinkles look better rainbow colored and this city is full of crack junkies and smells of piss.
Something feels off, more so than usual.
It's -8 degrees across the country, frozen light switches but warmer bodies.
I'm stuck in my own stuckness and it's not going anywhere if I don't let it.
Sick of moving. Sick of leaving. Sick of not owning my own space where happy habits flourish.
The sink here is rusty, the floor covered in dust, the kitchen hasn't been cleaned, and I say to myself, "if I lived here I would clean, I want a place to call home."
Remember we take care of the things we love.
My breast is swollen, head bursting, oh dear lord, what trauma we've moved through.
Yes, the desire is real, I'm not texting a love mush to anyone, I'm sending it straight to this soul within, saying, darling dearest you are more gold than any sugar plum I ever ate. You are majestic and glory crowned. You taste of fresh picked mushrooms, exotic specialties, stars and mochi. Your eyes glow radiant, your heart a chrysanthemum lei, your lips are tinged with champagne that's why they effervesce on my tongue. Words to you are friends from other countries. You love with your whole being, you sing like the moon full and round. In you I've found my mansion and my shack. In you I so delight and giggle. Some days all you see is a cracked mirror and knotted rope but I am here to tell you to look closer, look inside, be inside, live in the luscious caverns of your soul, this is the truth palace, this is the comfort you so desperately crave. It's home and it's g!d, now what else would you like to know?
Sprinkles look better rainbow colored and this city is full of crack junkies and smells of piss.
Something feels off, more so than usual.
It's -8 degrees across the country, frozen light switches but warmer bodies.
I'm stuck in my own stuckness and it's not going anywhere if I don't let it.
Sick of moving. Sick of leaving. Sick of not owning my own space where happy habits flourish.
The sink here is rusty, the floor covered in dust, the kitchen hasn't been cleaned, and I say to myself, "if I lived here I would clean, I want a place to call home."
Remember we take care of the things we love.
My breast is swollen, head bursting, oh dear lord, what trauma we've moved through.
Yes, the desire is real, I'm not texting a love mush to anyone, I'm sending it straight to this soul within, saying, darling dearest you are more gold than any sugar plum I ever ate. You are majestic and glory crowned. You taste of fresh picked mushrooms, exotic specialties, stars and mochi. Your eyes glow radiant, your heart a chrysanthemum lei, your lips are tinged with champagne that's why they effervesce on my tongue. Words to you are friends from other countries. You love with your whole being, you sing like the moon full and round. In you I've found my mansion and my shack. In you I so delight and giggle. Some days all you see is a cracked mirror and knotted rope but I am here to tell you to look closer, look inside, be inside, live in the luscious caverns of your soul, this is the truth palace, this is the comfort you so desperately crave. It's home and it's g!d, now what else would you like to know?
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