the filth and the way I might die
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

it is time to broaden my reach. wider like shoulders with feathers attached, broader like shorelines, rampant like fields full of gourds and berries running over the ledge of doubt.
this time with a dirty hand washed to usher a new fresh air idea of opulence. who woke up today if not me inside me?”
Broaden, and judge no one.. judge not even through sweet half eaten reflections

