The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
The shape of the land, scooped out—trenched by water. I imitate this trickling down my throat, cleansing my insides, preparing for deep winter nights and mornings quiet.
I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.
This playlist is made for aftercare, deep rest, drifting in liminality, and grounding back to earth.
My veins light up stars inside as His clever tongue lifts me—grounded in His love.