If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.
yet
one swallow does not a summer make
in my REM at 4AM morning,
a scrapbook, a newsletter
a montage, of smiles and praises
a woman's essence altared
dream talks
sleeps walks
is this really how a dream catcher works?
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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