So occupied with life. I'm not busy being a woman, or busy being a freind.
I fall asleep when I see costumes put on. Faces of the day. Purposely
arranging to entertain such harsh critics. I'm not busy trying to perfect my
judgements. Not busy drowning people in their own faults.
Flowing in effortless motion.
Fleeting out of the shadows into the temperature of bliss.
Giving birth to life.
My experience can only be shared.