Do you see me when I’m not around? Should I smile or repent as I begin to pull up my garments to start or end my day & will you begin to feel free or incomplete in this moment? Am I a mirror or just more walls to lean on? Your mind, that’s the difference. Those thoughts holding the intentions of my soul or this body & of course they’re different because you act like it. So when you see me what do you see?
Questions of The Risk-Taker AKA The @Woman
[ Be ingrained; temporary’s everywhere ]