Last Days

I never do much ,

So I live for the next minute.

In my head too much, so my emotions are either delayed like a honey drip, foggy on a smokers tip, or too fast like field mice in places unkempt.

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m afraid of dying before I can get the chance to finally live.

Got a bucket list to finish, but my vanity tells me to diminish it before I can even attempt to envision it.

Where am I today but a buck away from a dream, a lie away from insane, a tear away from serene and a patch away from a scheme.

The untold truth is,

I’m still lost in my own head, making decisions based off what another said.

But I’m maturing enough to know,

I don’t have to crawl since I have more to be told.

I just have to listen so that I don’t lose what I need to be ahead.

But shall I rest, assure that my casket is filled with Agrimony, Angelica, Asphodel, and a mini black berry wreath.

Anise oil filled amulet around my neck with Egyptian Jasmines on my head with comfrey leaves.

An eternity of thinking, and a soul made for creation.

Be true, words.

Be easy, world.

& be strong, will.

Peace & Love Always!!💋

J.Peters🦋

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