It’s been
A cold
And long winter
But
As I sit here
The sun comes out
And I decide
To move seats
So the sun can
Hit me in the face
Through a window
And it feels
So
Warm
I know
That outside
The temperature is still 39
But in here
Next to this window
It feels like
Summer
And Summer is needed for the soul today
Even if
It’s just
Pretend.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
