It was something beautiful, and i let my thoughts flow freely over skipping beats n melodies, growing from seedling to using the philosophical in my way of being, it’s from seeing the relieving effects in my forever changing expression, clearing depression from my loved one, decided id never be done, learning how to practice, i wouldnt wanna miss this for anything. finger tips glide through air, my hair dances along as i twirl, never wear skirts, because frill jacks up the beauty of a true fwirl , grace dance one two step , leapt. land, i demand my own self respect. 
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running too fast down hills, got use to rubbin’ dirt on spills, hit the curb, n the deck cracked, sent chills down my back, the lowest i could go was the floor, grabbed a knob to balance my way, standing upright facing doors, doing the regular chores, there’s something about the time you live inbetween the allotted daily routine. its giving your divine being space to grow, learn to let go of hate, uselessly debate your mind, come to find, that a true schwag aint got that kinda time to waste in the daily grind. how i do my coffee cause i buy whole beans, smells serene. like burnt hair. wut.