Sweating. Sad, full of wonder, a naive ponder from a native wander.
Sad equals alive
Cold, afraid, focused, here
Once I had a childhood. At seven, I was lost.
Once I had a sibling. By thirty five I had already forgot.
Multiple revelations amount to plural awakenings.
Tragedies, holy creations
Receptive kind of glisten, fresh listen
A sequel to wind sequence, rain