all the things the stars shaped me. I'm open from them like a bowl made for holding more than itself. an upside down resonant stool when nothing burrows behind sense like you anymore. waiting. still fragile. a sail rip sewn so well it's embodied. your breath fingers dance moves that life foolishly still calls a name familiar.
all the things the stars shaped me. I'm open from them like a bowl made for holding more than itself. an upside down resonant stool when nothing burrows behind sense like you anymore. waiting. still fragile. a sail rip sewn so well it's embodied. your breath fingers dance moves that life foolishly still calls a name familiar.
