If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. There is nothing more to it than that.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Almost There
She held her grief behind her eyes like an ocean and when she leaned forward
into the day it spilled onto the floor and she wiped at it quickly with her
foot and pretended no one had seen.
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