To feel stuck. To be free.
I know sometimes this newsletter is more like a diary than a blog. To tell you, dear diary, I have been stuck and blocked and feeling like I keep hitting the same wall.
So this one will be short & sweet:
here with a poem i wrote for playing house about house about love:
combined sources like water, wine and bread like sour and sweet holding the nails while you hammer building houses like non before no one no no no one combine light and dark to accept all can fail to want to grow to hold on and let go to poem and to fuck up masculine when you feminine my own house like i build like i want to make a statement cause i can and human to .... my fears away hold my hand while i love home poem human
warmest,
Flora