Numbing vibrations paralyze the creative view… unable to see the spectrum and existence of life’s gifts with vigor and appetite.
There exists a lack of interaction; not involuntary, a void of being in moments, for I’m blinded by hunger.
Gods of inspiration, spirits of thought, lay down the roots and let grow sprouts to fruition of life.
Joy Jane June
36th short 07.13.2019 stuck
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