Mom I think we want ourselves.
To be left alone to proudly fight.
We have love, we have life.
We have shadows, but they're kept behind our private veils.
Slugs leave trails in the minds of the deceived.
Life is deception.
A declaration.
Maybe true  love exists but only once.
We were created from a tapestry of ancient stitches tightly sworn.
We are held upright.
We are searching through the tunnels of our gorgeous minds.

I wonder, if we search whatever can be found.
And now I eat.
(c) Livvi