we lay with our bellies against the horizon
it is finally raining...
and it rains well, like a good cry that's been held back
it's such a lovely thing to wake up to in the morning
like a present
i love the fact that the american parade has been rained on literally today...
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i think i am finally ready to ink myself; i feel confident in my choosen decisions
the concept of change and movement, inscribed on my body...
life is confusing and we cannot expect answers that make sense in spoken/written language
life speaks to us on a wavelength that is internal and intuitive; most people are not quiet enough to hear it
i realize the limitations of my love affair with words
that cannot serve me as well as i would hope in the cosmic web of things...
and it rains
and it rains well, like a good cry that's been held back
it's such a lovely thing to wake up to in the morning
like a present
i love the fact that the american parade has been rained on literally today...
'
'
'
i think i am finally ready to ink myself; i feel confident in my choosen decisions
the concept of change and movement, inscribed on my body...
life is confusing and we cannot expect answers that make sense in spoken/written language
life speaks to us on a wavelength that is internal and intuitive; most people are not quiet enough to hear it
i realize the limitations of my love affair with words
that cannot serve me as well as i would hope in the cosmic web of things...
and it rains