they always forget we are the seeds

I spent so much Time hoarding old mail n notes so many days hunched over the paper over explaining journeying purging writing other people into places n spaces making them sound shiny n nice but in this season I arrive on pages made for me by me
telling new stories full of reciprocity
crafting mySelf out of cycles of lack
n misdirected hatred
planting supported seeds in between the lines
Live alchemy
in gratitude,