Apr 2020
a feeling of mustard
sweeps through me
it's esoteric strokes
cradling my essence,
pooling at my feet,
downing in drowsiness.
-if sunny was a feeling.
sweeps through me
it's esoteric strokes
cradling my essence,
pooling at my feet,
downing in drowsiness.
-if sunny was a feeling.
the sun as a painting and a feeling. (trying to get back into writing and being more consistent.
