Filling Balloons With Snake Farts

Memories steep like swirling tea
Unfolding beauty, metamorphosis

Mingling past in present observes
Life regrets serve renewal or death

Lust is timeless, and travels endless
Fosters encounters and dependency

Meditations rolling, cliffs and valleys
Alone, with everyone I’ve ever known

Are they the sum of who I really am?
Are they even real, in past struggles?

:laughing: so true.