Laura Jeu
The convictions I once chained to my body
Fall like flower petals in a sudden spring wind
As I slowly repeat my newfound mantra.
“Turns out, I am okay with that.”
Euphemism 16.2 Spring 2021
The convictions I once chained to my body
Fall like flower petals in a sudden spring wind
As I slowly repeat my newfound mantra.
“Turns out, I am okay with that.”