the sky
the color, the color,
I will sit in this house,
these rooms,
empty
and stare out at the sea filled with some sort of longing.
Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. Continue reading
lacquered light
glowing
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