A gorgeous afternoon this to stop caring.
My ceiling hasn't changed in months and I haven't stared at it much.
Quarantine 3.0 day 1
And I don't feel any different
Except for heat thrumming about my skin
Time is of the essence if one would like to think so that is, and I wish to do so much in so little and even though it's recognised as something which doesn't matter I feel seeing how it's been over a month of anxiety and nothing, it's best to utilise and grow with the time we have on hand instead of whiling it away.
I'd like this time be instrumental in helping us grow and even though it's not something in which we can strive to create something fruitful perhaps we can at least sow the seeds and live this time.
Why does the shape of your lips
when they stretch into a smile
pull my heart
out through my cunt?
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