I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me
I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here
giving up
confused
giving up what I know
looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor
I came here
to make sense
of the confusion
my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted
Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path
searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?
you tell me
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me
I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here
giving up
confused
giving up what I know
looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor
I came here
to make sense
of the confusion
my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted
Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path
searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?
you tell me
I kid you not there was no salvation but this site. I will buy suns to shine on everyone
