| Touch me
I am unknown See me I am lost Undo me I am bound Breathe me I have forgotten my scent Taste me I have been reborn Shatter me And begin again |
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How did I become old in the prime of myself?
A joke perhaps? Not funny. I am beautiful, free, and only now do I know myself. I know my knees hurt and I make noises when I get up. Not funny. It is a good thing I am so wise now or those saggy breasts would piss me off. |
| Sleep on it.
I am supposed to sleep on it. Lay down upon the thought and rest while it solves itself inside of me. Sleep on it. I will give up control to my sleeping self and change my world. Sleeping on it will not change my answer it will only… perhaps… Lessen my anger on the question. |
