my body craves joy
for that I surround myself
I. in bright colors and chances
in hopes I can catch them
when I’m ready
II. in false flora and sturdy plants
that stay even when i dont
that thrive even when I wont
i keep a fan blowing
on me at all times
so that I remember
what movement feels like
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
my body craves joy
for that I surround myself
I. in bright colors and chances
in hopes I can catch them
when I’m ready
II. in false flora and sturdy plants
that stay even when i dont
that thrive even when I wont
i keep a fan blowing
on me at all times
so that I remember
what movement feels like
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