
Their love is art.
Sometimes I wish you would watch your words as much as those screens you love so much.
Lucky for your ass the patience I ordered off Amazon just arrived.
*Laughs
Chitty Chitty Namaste bihhhhh
[found this in an email to myself from 2014]
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
Their weight had held her down
Horrified that she would drown
She now realized that fight she fought
And the fucked up shit it brought
Those actions were the offspring of fear
Amanayea came with the light & made it clear
Fear is Darkness meddling in your mind
Awakened to Truth she put fear’s ass in line
She refused to focus on the fuckedupness of life
the constant replaying of perceived strife
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
They were never holding her down-
They were building her up so she could wear the crown
Time tells tales of strength and weakness
Eternal longevity
Tick-tocking seconds and minutes fall off clocks that aren’t real
Time tells tales of love and loss at zero costs
Eras and periods constantly give way to new days, infinitely wrapping around the neck of forever like the perfect pashmina
Time tells tales of legends and myths sailing by on ships of selfless and selfish acts
Dancing in storms of self-created anguish and angst and passion and pleasure
Wonder women and wandering women finding their way through time
Time tells tales and I am here to listen with my infinite ear