10.24.2024 - "We Lay."
October 25, 2024•105 words
Much like a coin, things are their value as they lay in their resting spot overnight. Jealous coin, as silver couldn't toss & turn as goldenly as we did. The best part about it is, we're still waiting on the gold, but gold was indeed made in this tuning of bodies. To the eyes that see themselves, I promise I see you. I see the way you smile when you talk color or the pose your smile allows itself to be witnessed when you add mediums. Though my favourite is how through all that, you're eyes always met mine.
To You,
In Of Love,
Amen.