the view is everything from here, in my lair. this view is everything; the night sky the trees covered in ivy covered in snow. the icicles on the window. the blanket on my body, the sun in my mind.
it’s winter, stagnant. verses unwriting themselves before they’ve begun, and when i close my eyes i see the moon in grey and blue and silver and white. and for a moment the air is warm and for a moment i am happy because i know i didn’t imagine that smile.