Well,

I fast, and somehow I always come back. Wiping away and discarding the ickies, but they come back in worse ways. Stuck in my psyche and vision, they play on repeat through time. Detox detox detox. A vicious cycle and a vitamin or two or none or You. You in the rainbow bridge, I just can’t feel it right now. Apprehensive and coy. Cold runs through my body in shiver chills like a ghost, but warm sparks like an angel, all in one day.

Would you believe it?

The many different parts running Internal Family System. Internal family combustion and flame. Coming out in full fame just to find respite in leafy camouflage. Out to play in full force, she’s loving! She‘s loving! She’s loving! Get her while she’s hot! Snatch her up before the lights go out again—I ask, Hiraeth what are you here to say? Pluto and Chiron teach me, don’t they? What do they teach me, oh Woman-Of-Blue? Do they teach me to write again? A poet of sound? A mystery of words all wrapped up in woe. Lana of the wind, Sofia University. Misspelled words and the woozy interpretation. I’m just jumping now to justification, to purification before the acknowledgement. Pure Pleasent Calm Woman always seemed admirable to me… yet out of reach. I want to be that. Kind Worshipping Girl. Yet something in me comes always back forthright

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(the erotic)

(the lazy)

(the stoic hazy)

(cynic in tow)

Hiraeth, Hiraeth

Artemis glow

Art

I

Miss

Self doubt thoughts make me sick