flirtation with darkness….
taking my own advice
feeding flimsy wishes, dreaming next to demons
woah, is this [am i] “one of those people”?
J O Bs
too comfortable to leave, too uncomfortable to soar
impatient for the edge of this cliff to tell me its time to jump
still yearning for traction, flow.
beauty in the smallest of moments….
crisp petals and stretchy cotton
a constipated kind of day
loving the small moments
watching in glass prisms, listening in hushed vortexes
drawn to women, distasting men
thanks to noise pollution
I woke up today
I have become a healer somehow.