My notes app is just a collection of words , I don’t have the guts to ever say and a memory list of all the times , I have to remember to do human things .
My notes app , holds all my punches that I never throw .
My notes apps reek of honesty , I an no immortal here …
I cannot pretend to be goddess and heaven ..
I shed god here , you will find no religion here
I am not Enity to be worship
But I can assure you ,
I am an offspring of Eve
I reek of imperfection
It’s the closest I will get to being myself and finding common ground in hiding in between pages …
Of too much truth and honoring lies .. just be a pretender of vulnerability
If my notes app … were read on judgement day , I be beggar of mercy and scripture ..