Patiently inclined to pursue the seriousness of these forces. A fatherly presence held my hand while I gathered noisy courageous volume to speak bold. I spoke to my past, present and future self. Now all that’s left is the unused soft decoding , the scented programming, and values like shimmering gems and Jewel’s. Reserved stillness of the one I missed. The lunatic hunches I missed. – Cristina J
Strolls and Bunny’s hiding in the thorns. Monday break before the monthly end. Eclipse doors opening doesn’t mean anything anymore. These roses intake the shine. Hearing all the chatter on placed tables. I repeat my weekly fable whisper to the bee working hard for its sweet honey. I ask its thorns you got anything besides a cut and a sting?. It responded please don’t pluck only watch me.