prayer.

falling into a sort of grace
the way i used to write
wanting to feel this genuine connection
a hunger
a thirst
a pounding fist

i want this.
i want the trance.like state of bliss
of the most painful kind of beauty
the creation
i dont even know what i am saying but i am happy
i am also a little detached perhaps
all you wanted
painted parasol and his grandmothers gold ring
living in clip and omen and colder weather and laying on the couch listening
to so much country music

what you wanted
i am constantly amazed at this world
the miracles
the wonder
the magic

we are magic
receptive hands
flow
like water

i want this whole glorious life.
thank you.
it always turns into an ode to you
gratitude
sweet joy
joyful.girl.

wanderlust.
music.
feeling all of it.

dive.
bold risktaker.

i pray to what is.