[ Maternal <3 Havening ] - Fire-Toolz

They were made of, of a whitish, bluish light

And the arm looked like robes to me

And it was, like, flowing energy

So it was, it was really just this idea of a form

More so than an actual solid form

My child, myself, seems to reign

My mother, myself, runs fingertips up her forehead

Through our hair

Palm tops on socket caves

Instead of prayer

Or direct feed

Haven and squeeze

I huff, I puff, and blow my house down

(I huff, I puff, and blow my house down)

I’m tired of being tired of not being awake

This life is exile from home

You can’t go home until you’r ready

You gotta pass your exams