Far apart I stay with you in peace As there is no need anymore To run away From your run-away
The beauty of your enthusiastic words, dear, is that they don’t Mean anything.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Preparing a page for writing. Decorating a room with ornaments. It’s just another cage. Another enclosure within the boundaries of language. And as always, that is just to extend the fluttering wings. Let it be.
