safety
Maybe I should return to writing everything down. Is anything really safe in a cloud? but then there's the other reduced to rubble Is all of life just a dull slate grey? or is that just the shell tender cracked a part or piece an obvious lack just a child inside who will watch and repeat patterns and cycles joys and defeats and barely understand it at all London Bridge check the news dull slate grey and bomb bright hues sun up sun set all those basic needs unmet What connects me to you? something borrowed sometimes blue walk a mile stay the night still adjusting to the new late light walls intact and for now we're alright And luckier than we know.