1 sept. 2019



I should be writing but then again I should be arranging flowers

I should wash my self

Delicately

Immaculately

I should clean the sheets

But it’s too late

Until tomorrow there will be no sun

I should be reading

and combing my hair (It is so damage and yet it’s learning to love)

And breathing

And living.

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