Wet
Floating body
Eyes open, burning
Fight pain, witness beauty
Pain is beauty?
Listen
Muffled sounds, quite quiet
Lose outside, to hear your inside
Go, try it
Ripples, very calming
Subtle vibrations
Nowhere near daunting
Bubbles, they float, fighting gravity
Running out of time, but still
searching for an answer, bounty
Still searching
Lungs straining
How much longer can they last?
Maybe i-
Laid eyes on you, knew we would marry Lips slightly bigger than mine, pink like tree, cherry Immaculate coils, sitting on caramel shoulders Beautiful lioness, petite hors d’oeuvre Beautiful soul, know
the Scale was in balance, at a time. two different objects on either end, physical mental yet still, it would remain steady. something now was off, an unbalance. where is
“next stop Sycamore & Drake” it gets repetitive right? hitting the same spots every day. But I guess I kinda like it “next stop Sycamore, Russel, U-mall” a Bit soothing in a way But I think I needa br
