Final notion: to tire of ‘dread’ my treats shall only be champagne and gelato, sprinkle some swedish fish in there once in awhile
Am I being completely apathetic towards life if I just do whatever makes me happy?
My lungs are shaking & my spine is giving way to something dark & magical
The light you give off
did not come from a pelvis.
Your features did not begin in semen.
Don’t try to hide inside anger
radiance that cannot be hidden.
Fear as a propellor, nothing to be consumed
Could face a feathery cosmos. Doubt is not a solid, it is time
I forget how old I am far too often. It’s usually a brawl between 34 and 53
Be as dedicated to life as life is imaginable