The wind is on my face,
opening my body to change.
Wanting to win first prize instead of participation.
I am tired of doing the same thing— expecting a different result.
Keeping a positive mind, not getting stuck in the shit.
Crossing the finish line and hearing the crowd cheer for me,
echoing in my ears.
Taking in the moment of succeeding,
knowing I couldn't get here with out falling.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a