Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence

when your mind races at night, take it all in. have a mad-hatter moment. let your thoughts buzz and create a stinging honeycomb of thoughts. lick them, ingest, swallow them whole. then, when you’re so full and all the honey rushes to your head- you’ll be able to fall asleep a queen bee. dreams dripping with sweet, quiet and all things nice.

love keeps me up at night. sweet dreams. x.

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