Look at all the things that are.
The things that breathe.
And the things that just exist.
All unaware,
All unassuming,
All unyou.
Yet here you are.
Here you have become.
Whatever it is.
Not anything.
Not really.
But it is you.
A home for my stories, poems, and rambling.
Look at all the things that are.
The things that breathe.
And the things that just exist.
All unaware,
All unassuming,
All unyou.
Yet here you are.
Here you have become.
Whatever it is.
Not anything.
Not really.
But it is you.