Why should I be scared to step out at night? I’m grown. I can handle myself. I got the shank and the taser. ☠️
Why should I stay trapped between these four walls, engulfing me like a prison?
I want to live and be free.
Why should I be scared to step out at night? I’m grown. I can handle myself. I got the shank and the taser. ☠️
Why should I stay trapped between these four walls, engulfing me like a prison?
I want to live and be free.
When you touch grass, how do you embody that?
How do you make the most of every moment and every second of every day in nature.
Naturally, we lavish in its beauty and we shall not do this at a break neck speed.
Too much relational gravity can feel like surveillance, even when it’s care.
Remember that. ❤️
Don’t project that on me. I’m not upset in the least. There’s just a little moisture in my eye.
I’m fine.
Touch that is transportive, that takes you elsewhere.
Tender, full, generous, enveloping. Infusing spirit into deadened appendages. The feeling they lacked seemed abstract, but now, alive.
Insatiable. Like rain soaked soil pretending it did not need water.