What do we do When the leaders we’re Supposed to rely on Supposed to have chosen Supposed to trust Leave us To die? Was our money Not good enough for you? Was the sweat off our brow The blood off our heels Your obedient slaves Your starved peasants To this system designed To hold us… Continue reading 799
start stirring, seed pod
sometimes we fall deep into silence to honor the reverie of what's to come
You don't have to be okay. Just be.
my soul is made of stardust, my body made of dirt
as darkness receded, the lights in my heart, of my loving city