he wants me to write
12 pieces on Home
in 45 days
few if can happen on Rain and Solitude
ok
I will
soon
Right now it’s an apple Sunday
Fruity and just the right amount of sweetness
It’s finger itch time, but I can’t place finger on thought
An elusive, this emotion
It offers, doesn’t give
Tease
i'll go ahead and enjoy the fruit
for now
