Knowing
She was
She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her
DAYDREAMER
Aflame
August 12, 2015
I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.
One hundred Lonely Years
One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss
Birds
Bones
Woman with the heart shaped birthmarks🖤
I don’t know where I’m from,but I’m dancin atop the lakes of MN. If my maternal cracks.
God bless us all.
Holder of safe spaces. I will not buy into the illusion. I’m not in love; I’m disgusted.
Woman from Venus. My North Star. She’s too sensitive for y’all mothfuckers.
I swear
Freegrandmaa 