July 4, 2018 + Living on Purpose, Poetry
Once I was chased by Swastik gents and big boned ladies. The ladies wielded buckets of rotting salmon, I remember specifically, because I hate salmon. The gents wielded extroversion and I couldn’t bear that either.
Turning a world upside down and shaking out all the pockets. Channeling curiosity, adventure, wonder to explore truth & authenticity.
Turning the world upside down and shaking out all the pockets. Channeling curiosity, observation, adventure to explore truth and authenticity.
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