the sunset was hot pink, it hit like a smell I had forgotten / when I left work, I sent a silent hope that one day, all of these seniors and I would be making melody to the Lord , peace offerings, giving feasts, with our words… fellowships of hearts even behind masked faces ….. my husband brought me coffee that woke up in two sips. Any more and that sense of doom rn would be intolerable rather than able to breathed thru, sing like a clown thru., driving with Stephen to bible study being playfully combative and trying to sound like an opera singer but not for too long, jumping from cheap ledge to ledge. I feel it, I own it. A tree grown from seeds long sown. There is nothing that can’t be uprooted. (In the most positive of senses)) //// it’s scary how fast life goes by. How quickly and mercilessly little girls slip into starlets of their own indie movie, driven by their own poetic little lusts, feeling as if the world is inside of them。have I no mercy? Wasn’t i there too ? Oh but I’m twenty FOUR now and married。so that’s where we are at. AHEM i