I hate sounding cliché. & this is probably gonna sound cliché as hell, but 2023 is definitely a year of change. Good change. Well…I guess all change is good. Idk if I can speak for that for every single case/person, but the good change? Yeah that’s that shit I’m on.
Ok but Wtf does this have to do with the dead?
Because there are a couple people in my life, with all love- I choose not to resuscitate the connections.
Excavating the same grave
& expecting new life
When only toxicity is resurrected every time…
with her was…bird food.
& because of my very strong like, allowed myself to be breadcrumbed
& pretty potential
When in actuality
reality: this toy was shiny
But still a gun.
An inescapable fog and inexplicable buzz
And Saturn returning me to center.
Shadow work and
Two names on parchment and
What is dead, is no longer
That’s what the fuck I call higher learning.