creation builds houses...
brick after brick,
and
she works hard in the face of adversity.
creation builds a house,
and i build a home,
for tiny children... but i cannot keep them
warm.
you don’t believe me, when
i say that
things are not well... but when
have you ever had an answer,
anyway?
all blank-faced, and
angry...
i guess...
i was meant to be alone,
because
creation means building a house.
and
being someone means keeping it
warm.