So I crept up on her with a box full of yarn and I slept around in her because it was ripe for the taking and the trust that developed became sunshine, water and sugar crystals- and now that the moment has temporarily snagged I may begin to sleep without raging paralysis - to not succumb in gloom
Tree branches swell with September antidotes inside my temporal lobe and my ears continue to falter in the strength of today- because I've been here already- and my mind's made up of past anti-pretenses of that box full of yarn and it makes me cringe. Shall I shout out loud or keep it to myself
I do need this and I will have it my way inwards and outwards seeing for the first time