A few months; a poem
As the city guides me, Towards the places I feel most free, I notice I only think of what there is, Certainly not focussing on what I miss. In this exact moment, As the leaves start to fall, I don’t feel the need to […]
the styles of my life
Do you know what time it is? It is time for the leaves to turn gold. It is time for the summer to be put on hold. It is time for the raindrops to fall. It is time for the comfort to install. It is […]