identity

I don’t care.

It comes and it goes.

Keep in accordance with your faith because for the next step you take,

You’re gonna need wide eyes.

Intangible.

Where shall I toss my worth?

To the breeze so that hopefully it reaches a real destination that I will never see.

Keep at it. It’s never not enough.

Maybe the longer I hang in there, I win some consolation prize.

Are we properly motivated anymore?

It feels like a desert out here.

I encourage you to grow, give what you can and toss the rest to the wind.

Looming.

I wonder why.

I ache to scratch it all out and spread it in the sand.

It’s not toxic, I promise.

It’s just been sitting in the heat for way too long.

Covered by tiny hair strands pressed tightly against my scalp.

We need new launch codes…

& coffee.