The week ahead-- full. Nights spent drunk with love and light. Wrapped in velvet and whiskey. My birthday is soon. Four days left till twenty eight. I put on my crown.
I. Wake up early-- run late. Who is the queen of your hive? If not you, then who? II. Pollinate the world. Grow wildflowers between rocks. Make honey at home. III. Stinger like harsh words. You cannot undo the hurt. It will hurt you, too.
Day like faded scars, nine years gone like yesterday, I remember you.