Sunday, February 18, 2024

Ceiling lights

 And some mornings you turn on

The ceiling lights 

Just to make a day brighter 

Inside

Of age, of teeth, of best friends ill 

A song plays: it’s M83’s My Tears Are Becoming A Sea

I’m reading RIPE by Sarah Rose Etter 

And the intro to Dickens A Tale of Two Cities

It’s always two cities, two sides the coin, the yin and the yang. Oh, life, you are nothing without death, but I fear you so.

No comments: