“2023 is bringing self-love that’s better than music.Oh, and I love the dark circles and bags underneath your eyes in the morning when you arise.Your love is better than a friends, and you give the world hope.” Covering sunrises and sunsets, can you love yourself through the rainy days? I choose self-love because my body loves me the best.This year, I want intintentuality in loving myself through all my mess.
To see you burn and come through as pure gold.Loving in the deep without time, limitations or fear.I love you now, I’ll love you then.Victory is given to those who endure until the end and remembers love conquers all fear.
Everyday my strength unifies and reconnects to my innner spirits hidden strengthen. Life is teaching me that there isn’t another voice wiser than the one speaking deep inside of me. Everyone must die and be placed underneath my feet, as mulch for my strength and unity growth to sprout freely.
It’s a closed case when I examine the evidence, I see the crime and the victim is hesitant. Speak up … More
Sweet Honey drips across chapped bare lips.
A sated man loathes foreign honey.
For in due season a man cultivates his delicate honeycomb fruit.
While slowly watching his honey pot boil brew.
I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.