And then, truth was chastised and crowned with the dunce hat for not learning how to pretend.

Thank you!

Indu, you give me flowers when I need them, wild orchid words I love.

At least this existential dread has pockets

The same day words tied me tighter to the darkness, came words that filled it with stars.

Titular is a really fun word.

Move, twist, turn a little to make room for truth and beauty every once in a while to establish your dominance over monotony.

The crickets agree we should hold hands and stare at the twilight sky

Me, trying to get my shit together since May: "October will fix me."

Do I float or crawl or just walk on water to show that I am no longer a sandbag of regrets but a bubble of this everlasting moment?