Nonsense

ninety percent of the city’s power is out but it doesn’t matter as the scent of roses comes through the kitchen window. there’s just enough fresh air to allow every worry to escape without effort.

i stayed behind.

preparations for a wedding can be heard in the distance despite the lack of energy. now is the time to stop pining.

i will write and paint until lingering malaise softens and moisturizes the palm of my hands.

i loved his red and white as much as his blue.