The first time I ever saw her.
I looked straight at her and told her that I believe in the Multiverse and that the Torah brings me closer to God than church.
I asked what she thought about when she looked up at the stars and she shrugged her shoulders.
She has an overwhelming soul an essence a little too potent like coffee that’s too strong, floating along hoping someone likes their caffeine with a kick no cream or sugar coated one liners.
Empires built on the strongest simplicity you ever tasted, it’s hard to leave so many hours wasted taking baby steps to space when a little mania sends you straight to the moon.
Small talk over sidewalk chalk feels foreign when you only write in capital letters like cursive currents in shallow streams we are Olympic swimmers practicing in the kitchen sink.
As if the faulty faucets could ever prepare us for a hurricane.
It’s not that I don’t care about the weather.
It’s just that I’m much more interested in finding out if the wind only looks gold to me.
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