I want to slide through the round pebbles make my way softly through the terrain
If I don’t fit there I don’t
onto the sweet nourishment of true belonging the corner, the lives, the dress and pair of jeans that I don’t fit into I just don’t, and that’s that
onto loving things onto the possibility of a hand on the ***** of my back and connections that warm the hearth of my soul onwards with the search for true belonging