I'm sick of all these little lines.
Little lines on every test. On every one. It doesn't matter the brand. Nope.
It never continues. Never prevails.
There is no success or darkening to these little lines.
Maybe I just have really good eyes?
Another brand? Is it the type? I have tried nearly every kind.
I found one, hiding, forever drying, in the bathroom cabinet, far away from thought or anyone's eyes.
I can still see those little lines. Those, barely there, smidgen of pink, just enough hormone to say, hey, what's up, this is the four days of me. Experience the week of my existence and demise.
Those vitamins can go shove themselves. Yes, they are probably helping overall but right now, no
everything else has been shut off. the yoga. the crystals. the 'know'.
It is only when you sink into these moments that you can convert into pure force.
I'm sick of all these stupid fights. I will never repeat because it serves me no purpose to dwell on anything less than.
But thank you Universe for the reminder.
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