• On My Way

    On my way to help mom. I hope she doesn’t mention the mailbox again because it’s fine. There’s just no mail.markings of dread’s gripdays blaze with repeating lightsnights softly renew~ M

  • Move your body. Move your words. 6/30/25

    I’m a dweller. Let me dwell in nothing or everything all day. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop it. I do try to move my body out of my comfort zone at least once a day. Moving my body moves my words. I moved a little today.