Tag: life

cluttered

these things have collected me - endless books, unworn shoes, pots I split my self between them - fingers holding open pages, a close eye kept on the pot one day I'll evict them though maybe not quite all - save perhaps a favorite but … Continue reading cluttered

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I am in love with your golden-reds with the sting of restraint with pretending the sweet salt of your palm is mine © Sarah Whiteley

hope

this window is just the idea of sky in the same way hands merely suggest caress human hearts imagine more than what is given this ceaseless invocation is hope and is the reason for so many moon songs © Sarah Whiteley