Tied
Deep in space
there is
a black hole
overflowing
with scrunchies
Poetic musings
Deep in space
there is
a black hole
overflowing
with scrunchies
Ask your wounds
for their
origin story
Only paper
can hold
the weight
of worlds
created
You
are
the love
of your
life
Release
Heal
Grow
The storms
in your life
nourish you
for better
tomorrows
The feeling
of being too much
or not enough
are both
lies
Act as if
you can’t fail
soaking up
the lessons
that entail
Somewhere
there is a
parallel world
where we’re
living our
non pandemic
dreams
Empty stadium
Players on base
Crowd soundtrack
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