namaste.

say you see a thing like jelly sandal and it doesn’t remind you of anything at all not a single thought I’m pretty sure in a previous life I was a monk staring sky high @Tibet with three of your bloomed jasmine plants wondering how stars could suddenly change direction I want to fit your mould but I am never keeping my own promises
          isn’t that the worst thing we could have in common
      thirsting for connection
             switching to solar power
      & still unhappy
                because the fortune you earned
          paid for sunlight

–LM