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today i heard the 3 note whistle bird while drinking my joe…
the early bird gets the worm.
and after a long night of crying my eyes out over so many lost dreams,
mostly that are my own fault for idealization, wistful patterns,
and dreamy eyed faith,
i sat up a little taller and thought what i felt.
i am strong.
i am strong.
i am strong.

my mind and body are on the same page.
i don’t know if they ever were.
the same place.
the same plane.
temporally and geographically.
time space continuum.
i’ve spent enough time worming around with wormholes.
i don’t want to be a flipping, squirming worm anyway.
i want to be a mother fucking hawk.

it’s been a weird life.