Who cares and or can caress.
Passion in the soul. With that what do I do?
I’ve heard you should not share such things, but fears have done nothing and everything for me. So I share.
In the face of uncertainty or fear, aye say
I cannot believe you because I refuse to go against myself.
I submit: aye am love. I am written. Tolle lege.
Anon, anon. Says Helen Aestelle.
You got sleepy jive….
Strange strings alongside celloes. What’s not touching, love….pardon, what’s not to love…
Any responses to this prompt would be most appreciated.
Cheers and continue to spiral out