a poem:
pay for my tuition for my reiki master certification or herbalism course,
so i know it’s real.
bring me peonies, lilies, & tulips weekly, so i know it’s real.
get me that 7k sound bowl i been eyeing, so i know it’s real.
fuck it, build me a house,
so i know it’s real.
sundays are for brunch dates @ restaurants that feel nostalgic, playa ass playlists, recharging + planting, dancing in the mirror, & impromptu sunset gazing by the ocean.