River of consciousness, part two.

Your heart? It should be wherever beginning, knowing that your spirit is heart, (my heart!) and none else at all. I'm not terribly good sometimes. Oh, Oh, but that's Ok. Trauma. You know, this is a miracle fairie tale. Have to know, what of my waking up. How long had you To be Now In pursuit of feel a sense of worth. Smile today. She told me what, and or what is needed to be. Pretending to be Emily Dickinson that's fucked up the duck said. To know the dose And then I never didn't. Hush now It's a compounded truth serum. You have to only bother everyone. Oh, because you might. In the alternative though, I am not freezing. As if "lost time" does even exist? Perhaps. But I went to see my doctor what is what, what is where, what is now, and how to navigate, and she said, Love. Thrust to that height from reflections of sky upon and shine. When I fled, I wanted to walk human being. Because otherwise you just get...Don't worry about it, Nude girl under my shirt Across all the day Erase myself to be. Transgender To Be I did it. And I look blurry but say, damn it, yes, now I have my perspective. Wet cat, fresh blood, Shakespeare & Co., and all that, was what I needed to be, please.