Orange flakes falling from the sky Rust colored crunchy carpet Sunlight fractured and sharp Wind biting at fingers and toes I burrow closer - 11/11/11 The house has an undercurrent of chill. Layers are strewn on furniture for rapid retrieval at every arm’s length. The idea of moving more (even when I know it is the best thing for me) feels laughable.
Poetry and Wriggles
Poetry and Wriggles
Poetry and Wriggles
Orange flakes falling from the sky Rust colored crunchy carpet Sunlight fractured and sharp Wind biting at fingers and toes I burrow closer - 11/11/11 The house has an undercurrent of chill. Layers are strewn on furniture for rapid retrieval at every arm’s length. The idea of moving more (even when I know it is the best thing for me) feels laughable.