You’ve learned a lot this week, I think to myself.
You can get along with anyone because they don’t matter.
You can forgive yourself for overindulging and keep it pushing.
You can get ghosted by someone you didn’t want to talk to in the first place and remember you still have time to walk down a different street.
And maybe you’ve never had the face baby, but more times than not you’ve had the body and all you need to do is get a handle on your mind, really.
It is yours, isn’t it?
No one can control it but you, I wonder. So do so, I lie.
It’s perfectly normal to be weird, I think to myself.
Stop seeking, I coax.
Be, baby.
Be.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 