room and the master my humility token misplaced I charge the lunar eclipse, the truth is I keep preserving humbleness for the whatever big, prudence that feels cheap #poetry#practice
raised expectations I allow myself some raised expectations, chocolate chip cookies for the pride, I shouldn’t. Dancing late at night alone anticipating, joyful #poetry#diaries
discredited witnesses My problem is, I love the tea, so I’m drinking too much coffee, I used to oppose that adversely with alcohol boosting nocturnal arc with a goblet #poetry#diaries