Have these old hairs I’ve grown on the roof of my head sheltered a home with wisdom and experience or just a house the homeless use to stay warm in cold winters.
My most important sleep is the time between the moment I shut my eyes and the minutes after when my alarm goes off.
I’m having bad thoughts again. I’ve dragged the belly of my foot for countless steps turning my feet to rocks. Ive sighed harder than wind hitting the numb parts of my skin. I am your children’s experiment with knots tied at the neck of fingers til I see purple