Daisies and KaleidoscopesMy mother has a bouquet of daisies on the kitchen table. I cannot say how much I want to cut of one of the forty-three stems and weave it into my hair. I cannot say what this would help, except that it would be nice to feel pretty right now, as if that would fix all the things I've messed up. It's odd where we look for consolation when things go beyond our control, when we stop talking to the people we've always trusted because suddenly we're looking at them through a kaleidoscope of perspective. I knew I was done when I started whispering to you in my mind, the same way I used to pray, casually, when I felt that close to the sky,Daisies and Kaleidoscopes
Smoke Signals
Sketch- Tides
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We're all broken angels
With our wings dragging in the dust
Feathers torn out
Littering the path behind us
With words and promises
We've forgotten
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We're all broken angels
With our wings dragging in the dust
Feathers torn out
Littering the path behind us
With words and promises
We've forgotten
Please don't hurt me...
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Agriculture: A big word that means playing with dirt!!
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