- Reyna Biddy -

When the sun is setting, do you miss it home? When the real comes settling in, do you miss me more?

why not give it your all? why not love—in its purest form? why not bet on your entire existence? why not push the needle? why not kiss hard with tongue? why not live to tell the story? why not cuss like a sailor? why not fuck like you mean it? why not sing like mariah? why not care more than you need to? why not pray to all the god’s you know? why not share the good and the ugly? why not trip on the beauty of each and every star? why not be grateful for the little time we have left here?

starting with being honest: the truth is a scary thing. undercover, settling thing. i’m tired of holding onto terrible things. i’m tired of feeling like terrible things. a thing too distorted to make peace out of. a life without meaning unless applause come with it. the ones watching close don’t got my best interest. muse first and foremost. can’t let that point slip. if it was up to me fr, i’d give it up in a minute. the luxury creates clutter. mining fields of voids. id kill to have a silent moment with my inner voice. be the voice they said. beat the noise they say.

444. What's your intention?

the heart is made of what the heart is made of -- i just know mine is of the purest. the rawest indeed. love poured, spirit poured, the truth poured into me.