the radical concept of taking everything you’re being told as a compliment – no matter the content itself – takes judgement out of what you’re hearing, cause all is taken equally the same way. (?!)

when the summer air

touched her skin lightly,

she could SMELL LIFE

in its most beautiful form

+ for a moment she was

IN LOVE.

where do I end

+ where does fiction start?

there was no goal except

for the PROCESS itself.

+ she wondered about

all the consumption of

what was POURING out of her

day by day.

as for purpose:

she still didn’t know

how to handle that guy.

(but stay tuned MISTER,

I’ll get back to you)

music: She – Marianne Faithfull