Sep 2018
My back is bent
favoring the very branch sobbing
just outside my window.
The wind seems to be frightened by the storm or
exhausted by the sun
anyway,
the air is still.
Still, i am
struggling to keep still
coping with the coupling of my mind
on days mundane
dim
dampening my mood.
favoring the very branch sobbing
just outside my window.
The wind seems to be frightened by the storm or
exhausted by the sun
anyway,
the air is still.
Still, i am
struggling to keep still
coping with the coupling of my mind
on days mundane
dim
dampening my mood.
"True we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are use to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always reason in madness"
