#moon-child

[thepersonalwords]

I am sensitive soul; I feel with the moon, I use to be judged for my indifference, now I see their all just hiding behind false truths.

Nikki Rowe

[iam-iam-iam-blog]

college graduation

moon-child, i see your hair brown in the water, your skull a shell with life we slurp our lips are soft, your bone a whimper. your wrists are hanging, the windows below them naked  and dancing like it.

you sea-level, you chat-box, you sleep-store - when you count to three, where are you? the bellies you plant know hunger, stay starving,  eating what is lush, 

don't shower when the light is green the food is served, the wine is all there is to drink, get drunk, get drunk, get drunk, melt.

and if you come back, glow.  and if you come back, switch your tassels. and if you come back, wear things strangely 

and say, "yes" with infection.