hide and seek

“alle alle auch sind frei”

bottoms up

we might’s well drink the brew.

please, please, please – don’t try to put me in a box.

Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.

and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free

How long can that caterpillar stay in chrysalis before it dies and can never emerge?