i meant to write something brighter,
but today feels frayed,
at the edges.
still, I pull a loose thread,
of thought,
and it comes with a little warmth,
just enough,
to keep in my pocket,
for later...
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
ive kept my words
pressed between days,
like flowers in a book.
Today i finally
shake a few loose,
let them fall,
where they may.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC