morning journal writing

 

talking to flowers brings out the sun in me and im glad to be clear headed this morning because i can see things.

i found a younger self lying and curled.

i walked over to them and placed a hand on her shouler

“im here, cosmic you. i want to hold you better. can we do that? can we fly please?”

and he accepted that movement.

we have much 

and many miles to go.

we have so much to learn.

right now, i want to kiss you. 

 

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