if you were a little yea pot short and” Well let’s skip that part. I boiled some dissimilar veins While ‘soil” marinates inside the Seed bag. I seen love, steaming from top to The bottom , covering up the well ordered Smell from the tea bag. Disloyalty is like the aroma- I inhaled From the flowers I put inside the tea. Trying to grasp for air, but the temperature Got ta rising and being below, rapidly. The inconsistency is what I see even Thru stainles steel. Like the image I see a heart, broken bones, Relief,confusion, compassion all this is Surreal. I Poured out the most warming drips, I was that one pot but i always got treated Like I was being neglected for wanting a stainless understanding. I tried cleaning it, taking different routes To still see clear, but the texture of that pot as of now is just worn out, just like the texture of my skin but let that sink in!