
One hundred Lonely Years


∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆

She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her


One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss

Lady luv
butterfly baby
tongue tied on copper skin
Oh where to begin
I arrive always for you
journey and mine
Lady luv
butterfly baby
12/26/2023
I rose. I watched him sleep
He rose. I sang grand risings.
He went to the bathroom. I sang so proud. He danced so proudly and stomped
I cleaned. He made a mess
We brushed our teeth
He drank water. I toke a shower. He came along to keep me company. We talked
I reminded myself that I didn’t own him and he remembered that he owned me…
We talked the whole time

