No matter how close you get to someone
How much love and life is shared
During some time, the folks you love disappear
You lose them
They lose you
You lose hope
Maybe it’s Pluto
Or Saturn in the 7th
Present for the present of presence
Because one day, they might eventually go away
No longer trying to save or lose face
In building longer lasting connections
Gained knowledge in others projections
Not able to see me or my reflection
A mirrored image.
A privilege to have a team to scrimmage
& a village
It takes a home inside to manifest on the outer
In words when it’s absurd to not acknowledge actions
Motives, intentions and over-reactions
Of my 12thH Sun
It’s a process.
As I listen to Work In Progress
with Sophia Bush.
Concur we got nowhere to look-but within ourselves
Within our shelves.
The closets we keep within ourselves.
Open for business but fully closed
I stand here naked and fully clothed
No longer opposed to feeling
Poised for healing
Dealing with ceilings in open air
Take a breath. Grab a chair.
Sit and reflect on all the ways to transcend this fucking energy