Common Sense Poetry

I walked into a shared space but this vacuum is the thoughts that feeds me. Not another person page or entity. The flowers are just part of the vacuum that gives me the life thoughts I adore so much. But the flowers aren't the thing. I am. Women I love feed the vacuum of thoughts that show the extra dimensions of my space. But I don't credit them with those thoughts. The vacuum dimensions everything as it should be. If women I love have sense, then they would be honored I told them this.