appear complex, act easy.
radiate presence, travel light
seem a dream, prove real.
after a break up..
after a betrayal.
be it by a friend, a lover, or a family member.
i’m going to need for you..
sit the hell down..
before you even address the shit that’s been done to you..
before you lift the layers of the shit to examine it..
before you assign blame..
no better love than selfie love.
three in one. spirit, soul and body in accord.
you get older and your place, individuality in the world gets smaller. it kinda seems.
as a kid, you would sign your name “first name l.” and now it’s protocol for it to be “f. last name”. because no one would know who the hell you are.
morning thoughts that make small sense written out.