The Infinite Flowers of My Life

As a kid, I just sort of dropped out of time for one of the first times in my life drawing with a protractor making, you know, infinite flowers. Like that was a moment for me that really kind of hovers in my mind and explains who I am now. So how does that live in you now? Because that's super interesting. Um, apparently my grandmother could always tell when someone was telling the truth. And I think I got some of that, which is like a burden and a blessing at the same time to know when people are being honest with you or not. That's partpart of my most of my witchcraft is that what it means to be human,