ABUNDANCE OF LIGHT plain face same instrument the holy prophet referred to agarwood as a distinct item found in paradise how the heartbreak i’ve gone through recently also clouds my way of seeing the world i save me for a parable our parents die and this is how we get our houses and here i am grieving, on edge trying to make sure you don’t think i am making some sort of pass at you it is the year of being silent a spiritual illness she must cure herself my great aunt chris introduced me to the rolling stones when i was three let me jump on her bed to “miss you” sometimes i want to say to myself i won’t miss you child i grew up watching uncertainties the price is right press your luck tic tac dough and what’s my line that’s still my favorite everybody that raised me is dead i feel as uncertain about everything now as i did back then i am once again reduced to my condolences george floyd a metaphor for all these things i don’t know how to talk to anyone who is not myself i am enjoying how the wreckage can take you home (erica lewis)
Ouch. So powerful. Looking erica lewis up. 💜