past
Often Floods in my dreams
present
I’ve stepped into the Waters of Change
Got COVID — died symbolically, my breath burns
Made an extra empty bed in a spare room — one I usually keep for my Guests
Writhing in my cocoon, shedding my skin, preparing to be reborn
Connected over the World
I drank from the Waters of Change
Ⓐ → ▟
future
🤞