I am always questioning my emotions
Wondering if the tears mean the elevator is dropping
Again
If the loud fast speech is the beginning of a balloon ride
Too high
While balloons are fun
Who doesn't want a balloon ride
High in the sky every now and then
But sometimes it's just time to go home
And eat soup
Drink tea
Sleep
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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