Here in my Room

I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...

Oct 24

will never be sad again.

Oct 10

Sep 26

white walls and water falls

Aug 30

I remember you said

Aug 23

will do,

Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.

Aug 8

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