Beliefs My Monstera Adansonii leaves Have large gaping holes Where light breaks through on the other side. Leaves with windows she said. If you peer through them you can see The soul of the world outside. Sometimes you can see the world Beyond. That’s why…

And then she named me Rachel Sun… I will never stop shining.  It’s always bright somewhere even when the shadow is cast.  I promised to stay golden   

I know you didn’t mean to take me Down But I’m still coming back from that last hit  Blindsided…  Did you fashion a bus just so you could drive over me in it?   Or was I simply at the wrong intersection just in time…

It’s like a closet… the mind Only we decide what goes in there, even if we didn’t notice someone drop a load on that empty shelf  Entire shopping sprees happen just to fill them up  Rarely are they ever empty  but attempts at clearing them…