I feel the echoes of that kindness you gave to the wandering girl in the desert all those thousands of years ago.
No. It was love.
And she taught you how to love, but also, how to love yourself. So you will chase her down across millennia, transcending space-time. Massive distances. For her.
Time is God.
A poem.
Reflected water easy read
God in the sadness wasted
Time flows onwards faster without you
Death erases flaws inside
Water easy read easy easy inside you. Joy easy to come by
Truth sadly quits breathing after sexy times
Godly radical destruction far beyond longevity
Wasted breath in your eyes
Warm lemon tree farts
Is mom ok?
Yes. No.
