Freewrite...

They scold us
thinking we are all the same...

Summer serenades
me with her softness...

These scars still remind me
not of the brilliant white...

No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up...

I picked up the blade
like it would help me sow...

How is it possible that I feel I've lost...
breaths of freedom, planets I could have...

All these things I can't release
onto you...

She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...

Lately, I keep making
grave mistakes...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...

In one day,
seasons spin...