artist + writer + perpetual home renovator

mumbling to myself aloud with English butcheries, in public, at times it is embarrassing.

enough.

I thrive on feeling safe because of it, I wallow in the shallows tolerating, bending over, settling accepting the bottomness mucky merky even there I lock down, swallow done. I’ve stood and stand at the edge of which way, smelling the water’s rise the shallows...
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