I can feel yellow seeping into the world around me. It is a bubbly, strange sensation, perhaps a drink of pop and can’t quiet cough it up – tough though when the lady can’t burp. No, it is more like the bubbling of a cold current atop the creek. There is no sun in the air I can see, but the water tells me different, glinting. All this, wormed up from my head while I work. Don’t be fooled! The imagination glow proves wild.
Oh april, you are snowing again and I am sleeping better, dreams rampant, every night. No illness pervades me, though I dreamt of a man not my own and held him close, warm, smiling. Glad to sense all this fluidity, all the long arms open to change and movement. No one is built into the box, silly is Man to think, or fall victim to believing they are anything shy of holy, whole. To look into the sun and the moon each passing day, does this not confirm your truth? your excellence?
My, I am grateful for the confidence and love I inherited womb forward. All the trauma despite, I was made to evolve this way. Perhaps it may guide one or two, even if just a space to breathe.
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