A swallowed small me
skates over the we
thin as ice

I'm going to work on a whole work entitled swallowed. Because that verb is coming up more and more in my vocab as an adjective as i walk with you when the suns not out. Seasonally depressed.

A boy who was once in my ninth grade English class asked if he could paint me today, for his art project entitled expressions of love. I think he just thinks i entangle interestinly with others. I think it would be great to be painted.