flesh breathes. muscles tear. stretching to fit around it.
i. am in a big way right now.
my massive shifts in mood. they are reflective. this pendulum turned wrecking ball. back and forth - we swing. leaving craters in the walls that used to house everything i protected myself from.
perpetual. this motion has started.
but the question. of direction.
it still stirs. unanswered.
2 comments:
A liz sighting. I see her behind that cushion. I dig the "pendulum turned wrecking ball" phrase. You've got "it."
the question is, if you had the answer, then what? we are seekers by nature, sis.
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