free write: february tenth.

the morning is quiet.

dribbling each word from my lips and witnessing scribbled up blank spaces layer into my life. wrenched tight within a part of the world… happenings spent waiting lifetimes apart. this seed sprouted: just let myself be. you must breathe and learn to speak anew.



About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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