Back for Me
None are left behind.
The golden threads glow in the lamplight on the heavy drapes darkening this room. I sit in quiet repose to summon my muse, not wanting to disturb my sleeping siren. It tickles me to realize no matter where I rest, I will rise again before the sun with my empty belly gurgling, Let’s devour this new day! My waking energy is a gift surprising me with its desire to sow and harvest new love, as it shows me how everything I reach out to grasp and hold is reaching back for me.
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- Jonah · June 3‹ A Humble SpiritGo Out Alone ›