Freedom is coming

 One step at a time. Moving back where I feel at home.

It’s not without pain. The family I grew to know for 20 years.
My friend Chris & his heart. The pain of not being able to withhold a traditional family. 

The sweetness, not so sweet. The sweetness not tasted. 
The sweetness. And why? I can’t taste. 
I was promised something unreal.

Chasing it. Was (IT)on TV? No.

I was too naive & young to know. There is no juicing through it. There is no Yoga.
There is no generic clothing from old navy to hide it.

One more day I got through. One more secret heartbreak. One more slip of words, slip of my eyes and my body. One more love bombing phase in Topanga. 
A coven is for women in the forest.

They’ll sing like birds and i’lll walk up mountains like a puppy.

I banged the gong before meditation
Valerian pills from the health food store?
How to not be gay 





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