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!!💋