to Then i am God in my head, directing with dread. humidity oppresses me with memory. rain washes away pain. thunderstorms are the norm until i say sunshine. these thoughts are mine. but, who am i, Then?

to Fear What do we see but don’t say? Why don’t we say it? You want me to run. I choose this spot in the Sun.

Trip Note don’t want baggage don’t care what i wear breathe fresh air absorb sunshine the smile’s mine

each time i feel the warmth of your touch on my skin i open to the sky dance in your brilliance quiver in the breeze of your breath it is always spring

my morning glory is silhouetted in sunlight. the world can wait. we’ll be late.

Note to Witch hunted in plain sight sun on your face you go about in haste no time to waste with weightless words

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