i was given a little tangerine. i was in the cold. i was handling many harvested carrots. i was so sad i just started picking up litter and throwing it away. i was laying down by the mud the horses walk on. i was told i had great timing. i was floating the rest of the night. i was staring at linkedin with tears in my eyes. i was inexplicably inspired by a giant mound of dirt on the street. i was asking for possibility and then a possibility occurred. i was a wet clay vase of a baby. i am always trying again. i am watching the pot boil. i am feeling my entire self fold into my heart. i am feeling the resonance of a plastic bag. i am donating the feeling. i am waking up in chicago and going outside holding only my toothbrush. i am waking up in the middle of the street in manhattan. i am not lying either. the river was strong and loud. the carrots were dirty and beautiful like every living thing. the door closed gently on its own and neither of us did anything about it. when this feeling comes all i ask is that it does a thorough job with me. when nothing around me is home i produce home inside my self. when they say the green juice can do everything it is going to do nothing. i have had a kabocha squash in my purse since 3pm. i have been confused into silence. i have a feeling that our souls endure our own complications. i have to not be afraid because things are in motion. i have seen sarah live in five different places now. i drove to the baseball field to lay in the sun. i kicked a pinecone over this fence. i liked the echoes under the bridge. i sculpted this decision using the materials accessible to me. i made three beds. i used to be that way and now i’m this way. i changed my mind about venice beach. i meditate to the iphone alarm. i go to sleep with one palm up just in case. i carry my entire grandma in my arms. i carry my self all the way through. we were given sage, a citrus i don’t know the name of, fennel, and peppercorn by david. we are together in this world where we can go to the farmers market and can even take the train there. we saw a snake. we are excited about the radishes. we were making the same joke over and over and laughing every time. we watched the livestream of the opera. we are just hoping it’ll rain but not too much. a golden lasso around the man transporting our limp dreaming selves across the continent. a rock in the light. a vague amount of responsibility assigned to me. a wish coming in all the way from egypt. there are other adjectives that are even better than quickly. there is a feeling here of a low ceiling even though the sky is clear.there was a readiness that was dancing like smoke in front of their newly born faces. there is nothing else i want to say. there is the wide moon that sees everything.
i was given a little tangerine. i was in the cold. i was handling many harvested carrots. i was so sad i just started picking up litter and throwing it away. i was laying down by the mud the horses walk on. i was told i had great timing. i was floating the rest of the night. i was staring at linkedin with tears in my eyes. i was inexplicably inspired by a giant mound of dirt on the street. i was asking for possibility and then a possibility occurred. i was a wet clay vase of a baby. i am always trying again. i am watching the pot boil. i am feeling my entire self fold into my heart. i am feeling the resonance of a plastic bag. i am donating the feeling. i am waking up in chicago and going outside holding only my toothbrush. i am waking up in the middle of the street in manhattan. i am not lying either. the river was strong and loud. the carrots were dirty and beautiful like every living thing. the door closed gently on its own and neither of us did anything about it. when this feeling comes all i ask is that it does a thorough job with me. when nothing around me is home i produce home inside my self. when they say the green juice can do everything it is going to do nothing. i have had a kabocha squash in my purse since 3pm. i have been confused into silence. i have a feeling that our souls endure our own complications. i have to not be afraid because things are in motion. i have seen sarah live in five different places now. i drove to the baseball field to lay in the sun. i kicked a pinecone over this fence. i liked the echoes under the bridge. i sculpted this decision using the materials accessible to me. i made three beds. i used to be that way and now i’m this way. i changed my mind about venice beach. i meditate to the iphone alarm. i go to sleep with one palm up just in case. i carry my entire grandma in my arms. i carry my self all the way through. we were given sage, a citrus i don’t know the name of, fennel, and peppercorn by david. we are together in this world where we can go to the farmers market and can even take the train there. we saw a snake. we are excited about the radishes. we were making the same joke over and over and laughing every time. we watched the livestream of the opera. we are just hoping it’ll rain but not too much. a golden lasso around the man transporting our limp dreaming selves across the continent. a rock in the light. a vague amount of responsibility assigned to me. a wish coming in all the way from egypt. there are other adjectives that are even better than quickly. there is a feeling here of a low ceiling even though the sky is clear.there was a readiness that was dancing like smoke in front of their newly born faces. there is nothing else i want to say. there is the wide moon that sees everything.