she matches summer skirt with the brand new shoes she lace the eyes and lines and ties and walks out head high to rumble of boys engines under vivid skies
this was a word they no longer had any use for. proud . arrogated by nationalists and fascists ... racists and xenophobes. when heard it made them wonder - so you're proud - at whose expense? #katyamills
i don't wear diamonds or flashy things. will shine off anyone who sparkles with kindness. and what about remorse? when you say the word very slowly it will give you its essence like being patient with a flower by the rising sun.
you cannot get some things back, no, they are gone forever ... yet you can bring the memory of belonging to life if you meditate on it ... let the deep imprint wash over you until it again becomes tangible and real
when you muddle the facts looking out your fearful lens my animus comes with animosity and wants to slap the sense into you. but you are me and it would be silly to slap myself so I pull you close and we open a book instead