Instigating Virtuous Felicity
Fleeting hope– will it ever escape

Fleeting hope– will it ever escape
A longing desire, A burning fire,
Meditation. Yoga. Meditation. Yoga.
bedsheets and socks on their feet and wrappers strewn like cigarette butts on
You thought you had her figured out, didn’t you?
White privilege runs deep.
Photography, Poetry
All the weary and the downtrodden, the hopeless and forgotten. Pick yourself