My dearest Goddess sister,
What would I tell you if it was my last eight minutes?
What could I possibly tell you
from the very depths of my being
about everything I want you
to hear
to feel
to know?
This is it, baybee.
Filmed with wind whirling & clouds hurtling by.
Turning up,
tear stained,
alive
&
in love with you
& this whole wide world.
All my love,