Headlines scream panic~ Trauma seen by the masses~ Thumbs up to disapprove.
Silence coax the eye~ An inner sound magnifies The wind in my ear.
I return to self~ Allowing my breath to teach me~ To exhale through life.
I rather be bitter than sweet. The less I attract~ The fewer bites and stings.
Money can’t reflect~ The quality of my life~ Calmness of mind does.
harvesting lemon balm amidst tall mountain mint plants. snapping rosemary and lavender, holy basil and yellow cucumber flowers from the Habesha garden.
1. These butterflies got my stomach bubbling, passing nervous gas. I'm shitting out my anxieties. 2. You're a storm that since passed. I see you now and feel calm. 3. I take you into my mouth and fall into a wet dream. 4. I lay awake till the hour, you turn into a lion, rubbing … Continue reading 1:36am