The lights as they *click* on Flower factory December 2, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
How long have we carried this paraform weight, and labored like slaves under DNA's lathe. Now we play in wait. And crave for the Aurora quake. For the umbilical's fate to break. For the quickening of the cortical gate. Now we're just friends, in love's hate
You can sit. In meditation. Still. With legs crossed. With eyes closed. And fingers pressed. Like that. You can drive a car into the ocean too. But do you want to. Is that how you sit? Is that what *you* would do? That, is the key question. You might meditate while arranging flowers. You may meditate while staring at nudes. If you believe that there is a single rule Then that is the rule for you
Gianna & Memory ~ Faith & Kates ~ Cerise & Luna ~ Cœrs & Spades ~ Marie & Meilis ~ Fragments & Crest ~ Knockout & Raptures ~ Diamonds & Mesh ~ Badgley & Mischkas ~ Impressions & Breadths ~
Tributaries and channels. Islands and reefs. Alcoves and estuaries. Inlets and gulfstreams. Clearings and torrefactories
Leave a Comment