lately, i have been capable of baby things. Why did I keep writting? . . . "is this okay...
butterflies without a person there to release them?"
I am boiling over my tendencies into our garden of gauva trees and weeds.
in reply to your letter :
I fill in the blank spaces & bury them deep.
Today not a single word was said to me just ages of silence and those trees!
the silver lining dosent seem to matter when your trapped between two seas.
hot cold hot cold
nothing really in between
can't you see