alongside musty furniture and souvenirs, bathroom adornments hallway decorations, homey frill-i will lay out my voice, fingertips and hair. my spoil, your treasure.
the cursor will align with a few simple notes on a piano, through teary eyes i'll write about a sunrise or a morning with a smooth storm stroking everyone's brow while they rise.
you'll find me here whispering to a plant.
1 comment:
Your writing is unique and mind-bending. I like it.
There are days others too have whispered to plants . . . including myself!
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