my invitation
drowsy contemplation
do i let you in
this is my invitation
but how do I begin?
drowsy contemplation
do i let you in
this is my invitation
but how do I begin?
It’s really just one of those days not even French poetry would properly describe.
Lethargy.
Is that too much to ask?
“People change.”
It surprised me to realise how freely words flow between my teeth, like a overflowing dam facing a greater reservoir of ears.