dear god, (or science if the word offends you)
i know you remember me, the one you breathe this life into. i write to say that i’m not mad you keep secrets regarding your palm, face and intention. i don’t judge your brutish animale force or softer subordinal ways. rather, embracing your need to exist which brings forward all kings and queens, all of us; facets of inspired reflections. dying to be
truly, ourself
1 year ago