Currying freedom

Currying freedom with shaky limbs, running into me, the foam, from the deep blue, pearls, starfish and anemones, giggle gingerly as white jellyfish float like Neptunes beyond my reach. I'm drowning, liberating, freeing, burying, sleeping, cascading, your hand is only temporary refuge who'd save me when no one's home and the bright nightlight would've burnt… Continue reading Currying freedom