Transition, the road less traveled, swimming in notions of adulthood a re-rising of utter confusion. From there to here Nayha can not remember the pattern that has lead us to rephrase past into prose. This is not the first time I take to word painting as substitution to sitting behind an easel. If I have a thought it must be thrown out into the world to fester or marinate to blend or fade into the larger pool that is the left side of my brain.
Revelator or a schemer much of the same. To confuse to complicate to divert and recreate.
Yea? Sounds just about right to the right side of my female brain.
Two words of advise to past Nayha of the last two years… DON’T COMPLICATE
Jump pump move a little further on. Always forget move on along.Ive been stretching it way to thin to see myself clearlyAlways forget move on along.
