frequently ignored

there are times when instinct drowns all which surrounds, like the snake which insists to swallow everything in sight. everything; trees, houses, elephants, people... desires, often, do not just arise, there is a provocation, an alarm, a bomb of lust.

my skin, as of late, whenever touched, explodes with tingling meteor showers. don't tell anyone.

a scent... beside me, the path dances with wild strawberries. wild strawberries. and in this moment, it's all that i could ever need.

this year, is MY year.



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