rearrange.
fail flee feel
that! feels more write.
we fail at 90% of out endeavors;
we flee to the recesses
and the excesses;
we feel, most keenly,
our sense of loss,
and yet the inner linings of our
cells, once more greet a Sun-day that marks a mild fresh-ness and our involuntary ****** muscles bend
intro to a small smile,
and once more,
we breach the day with right hooks of positivity, warmth, music, and begin to
remember to
feel feelings, assorted,
and we minutely reborn and the fluids of birthing are wiped away
and coffee seals the deal...and a hopeful day begins and forgiveness
and forgetting is the clean start clothes we dress ourselves within,
and with out, comfy jeans, well worn raggedy t shirt that you refuse to obey, expressly forbid her
to descard,
(not a rypo).
and you annoy her
with twenty kisses,
cause you don't want to spoil her,,,
too much
8;49am
6/8/2025
8:50Am
