i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
Can I maintain my soft stillness in the midst of a loud cacophony of other voices?
Your lies became truth, your truth became their pain.
I inventoried, checked boxes, made graphs. It all adds up to nothing, zilch, nada.
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
Adamantine insistence, persistence, this existence.
