Memories fly in on a trip when jet lag arrives to take the very initial steps.

Wake me up when the touch intersects the habitat that will transform me into a rower.

Tailored without sorts of filter

Never become a hustler to a person that seamlessly attracts you in with a trip.

Reverse as we start to feel the ridges of the architectures.

I’m desired to be in love. Never had that before, desire is a treasure chest in waiting to be kept safe.

You flow and that’s just right. My weaknesses just needed time to gain some value perspective.

Show up in a corset attire knowing to walk in sweetly.

I got bored and decided to pick up any hobbies that would make suburban life a little more interesting.

The book title I forgot to mention:

“Neil Armstrong Is My Uncle and Other Lies Muscle Man McGinity Told Me” By Nan Marino

I’m cruising in the moment filled up with short details.