just thought I would share a nice morning song by the CunninLynguist, because we are all just here writing trying to be cunning linguists…
fuck fixing
you’re not broken
you’re burning
light up
light in
don’t run. rise
float like sin
laugh like you never got caught
love yourself
like no one ever taught you how
weed’s not medicine
it’s memory
of the wild thing you were
before the world dulled your edges
clouds dance for you
colors flirt
food moans on your tongue
you are the miracle
the world sleeps
you stay up
high
and holy
don't come down
don't come clean
don’t beg to be smaller
be fire
be full
be fucking alive
Read this on Substack where it first appeared — if you’re into that sort of thing.
