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A little bit of hope goes a long way. Sometimes the process is painful. Starts out as a dragon and turns into a jelly cake. From hard scales to soft jello. A little bit of hope goes a long way. Billie gets it. What it means to be single. Open, aware, and calm. Totally okay with being alone and NOT in a romantic/sexual relationship right now. Being single means Freedom. This year is coming to an end. Still not normal, still full of fear and anxiety yet a little bit of hope trickles into neon green hair and dreams and fantasies become one One. Two. Three. I’m fine with being a dragon with its wings clipped. Or an Barn Owl whose caught in a cage. Stuck in her barn with lots of family and hay. At least I can see; at least I can hear. At least I can holler and swear! I’m healthy, anxious, ***** stuck. I’m waiting, wishing, wanting, **** I’m wilting, frigid, blooming, muck. I’m growing, changing, holding luck. A little bit of hope goes a long way. And Billie, I’m counting on you… I’m counting on you to get me through the nights of elation and terror.
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Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
Nights of Elation and Terror: The Barn Owl’s Hymn
A little bit of hope goes a long way. Sometimes the process is painful. Starts out as a dragon and turns into a jelly cake. From hard scales to soft jello. A little bit of hope goes a long way. Billie gets it. What it means to be single. Open, aware, and calm. Totally okay with being alone and NOT in a romantic/sexual relationship right now. Being single means Freedom. This year is coming to an end. Still not normal, still full of fear and anxiety yet a little bit of hope trickles into neon green hair and dreams and fantasies become one One. Two. Three. I’m fine with being a dragon with its wings clipped. Or an Barn Owl whose caught in a cage. Stuck in her barn with lots of family and hay. At least I can see; at least I can hear. At least I can holler and swear! I’m healthy, anxious, ***** stuck. I’m waiting, wishing, wanting, **** I’m wilting, frigid, blooming, muck. I’m growing, changing, holding luck. A little bit of hope goes a long way. And Billie, I’m counting on you… I’m counting on you to get me through the nights of elation and terror.
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Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
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