there was a poem on my whiteboard before i went to the market today. i erased it to sell things. magic water. people actually buy it.

it said next to some one.

and that was the most important thing. i am on the cusp of manifesting it, but i have to relax and chill, yet not too much, because i have found that an easy solution is ever so inches away. and sometimes i don’t have the devices to make it all work. so much. new, shaking, exhilarated.

i perceive this complex fantasy. phantomly. a puzzle that i would rather not solve all at once. ease me into it. massage the last of the mohicans out of the forest. no, don’t let it run away, come back, focus on the topic at hand, the only thing worth living for, the only thing dead. value is in the eye of the b holder.

d vine.

my folly is wondering what others thinking and then taking my thoughts of their thoughts as my own. but which came first.

go. out to your tree. nap. in your fortress. i never know what i want to know.

do you want to kiss me/ i instantly distract myself as if it never happened, and then i see, me there