but every so often
I'll catch a glimpse of the morning through my window,
of the towering, bushy trees
rolling with the wind
in their soothing, silent lullaby.
They teach me
that so much more than lips know how to smile.
native american / woman from india.. her face reflected in the coffee table, but only the reflection, not anyone really there, but it was real. saw…
Let's go to sleep, under the gladly weight of blankets in the warm, dark fuzz. "Do you hear the soft blow of trees outside? I'm imagining I'm a leaf;…
Oh....... shit....... the hook of God's fishing rod has got me! And he's reeling me in..... faster now......... okay then... :)