this body wants truth.
it's to take comfort in knowing that none of it matters,
is that better?
this body is the breath.
an authentic self is what one strives for,
but do they know the isolation?
the solitude that comes from raising your standards.
this body is the spirit.
the moment of finding that planted dream is to find the spirit.
but the shadow tells me I don't have enough time.
note to self:
you have nothing but time, but not nearly enough.
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PoetryThe brain dump of a divinely feminine woman. (cover art made by me, inspired by Pinterest - please message me for idea credit)