The Yin & The Yang

Blending lemons and limes
its a rhythm thing
seems that when I’m
In the vein of truth
there is endless time.

I am not a writer
I can’t be for
I have no pen;
only this on in my drawer.

Who am I ignoring?
who am I trying not to be
that I am?
oh its me
it’s that old thing again.

When I get stoned
out of my mind
it’s a bit like dying
it always was, for me…
not everyone had that

Unbalanced (just playing how I felt; scared)
Full of fear (terrified of what I thought was)

I found my pen
at last.

link to the art shop and gallery of phoebe thomasson artist

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