2026-06-13
I think I’m ready.
I can feel my internal season starting to transition.
The birds in my fingers are migrating to my toes,
where they will be breeding eggs for a new generation to take over.
The stormy clouds in my brain are being blown away by the blood that constantly flows though my veins.
They are the source of renewal.
Grass is growing on the inside of my skin.
I feel fresh again.
And something inside me feels tingly.
Flower are pollinating every cell of my existence.
They all have the potential to become a part of the new me.
And I’m curious to see who she will be.