I keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean.
Poems come out of wonder, not out of knowing.
they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and I keep on remembering mine
Even when the universe made it quite clear to me that I was mistaken in my certainties ... I did not break. The shattering of my sureties did not shatter me.
What they call you is one thing. What you answer to is something else.
Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.