Moving At the Speed of Self-Trust

I had a dream Joanna was alive. In the dream something had been posted to her ig story..heart stops. Maybe all of my Octobers since u were freed have belonged to u bc every time October rolls around my mind circulates around the very little I feel I have left of u and I go to ur ...

finally free from my ex-NYPD landlord. hallelujah

It seems most feelings can begin to be sorted with a hot cup of tea, three dates, and a fresh joint