Come little one. Come. Into the valley of endless returns. Into the home of the free.
Month: February 2017
I couldn’t converse with you. We exchanged words. Mine hit your wall, then bounced back at me, without the bounce. More like a brick that went nowhere, suspended in mid air. There was nothing supple or subtle about it. We both ignored it,
How will I know if you come to visit me? How will I recognize your reverie? How can I see that which I do not know I do not see? Come to me. Anyways. Come to me. Anyhow.