daisy

how often does one get kissed by a ninety-nine year old?

spring break, spring cleaning. things that need to go. sobriety but joy? tears are food. shudder of death but death has died. new roots old roots. being yanked from deep inside. it hurtssss. I am not afraid of hard work. 

what love, what light. press on. 

to-do list is piling up like smelly laundry..

give me humility to put down my yoke

force feeding

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