SenseandRants

LEAVE A TRAIL

…someone sees something we did and remember us foundly.

back to full, back to whole again.

I trust you’ll find new dreams, new heights to conquer.

Hold your own hands and comfort yourself. Count on yourself.

She knew that she gave birth to a god…

when he twirls you
around, his crotch…

…a safe place to be.

Speak warmth and love into your arms, wrap them around yourself.

Back to the time you offered yourself as sacrifice at the altar…