does there have to be a reason
sitting alongside to next across the street
whenever the sun smiles watching the light lift
withered wings appear appeased
writing a word and then another
one sentence starts to sing
fairy forgiven hands slay dishonor
feet walking away from here
another approach turns three times
the newness smells so sweet
my every day journal entry. page possibly 7. i’ve lost count. day 7.
weather outside is cold and wet with a chilling wind. just the way i like it.