The real issue,
isnt’t that we can criticize ourselves,
but that when we go too far…
Month: November 2020
The baker cuts shape,
out of the flattened dough.
Each time the metal…
Warm me with your eyes,
hold my hand,
light me with your stars,
if I don’t follow you,
it’s because I’m at your side
I suppose it must have asked,
whether someone wanted to climb,
but the clouds above…
It’s an odd idea,
that we can just click a button,
and the past can flood out…
You sink into the embrace
and it doesn’t matter that you can’t see
because you don’t need to open your eyes
as long as you are safe here in these arms
She thinks she’s quiet, But I think she’s contemplative. She thinks she’s frumpy, But I think the universe […]
Ever assemble a chair,
and line up all the screws,
measure everything carefully…
A floating dream,
anchored firmly down,
drifting at sea…
The smooth cobalt
of a sky you can’t touch,
not so much that you can’t reach
but that if you did, it might swallow
you whole
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