Hold your own hands and comfort yourself. Count on yourself.
Adventurous space for all!
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…
You are mine…
When you forget what it was you’re looking for…
This is how we lose ourselves…quietly…
Try the language taught to you by your mother…