my isle of marūl
posted by aristotle
i wake up 3 girls in a bed 2 girls leave for the airport 1 of those girls will stay on the ground all day today i will stay in bed the other in the sky (last night she pulled the chariot)
i go to find the horses, spirit still in the country but the city cuts past me and reminds me ill need new morning rituals ones that include pavement in place of pasture traffic in place of birdsong and coffee carts in place of the river
life is changing, i must be changing
i am after all a life-star now ★ ☆