is somewhere between violet and green—if the colour doesn’t lie—that connects us; we are really not infinity, but you left me, you destroyed my pale heart, and a coffee, left unsaid, and unanswered.
I become a trifold
of my past
after Claude Monet,
from a letter to Paul Cézanne
It's the small things...
that count, and I read that they too will die, the unknown and unseen insects who befriend roses, on the window ledges of prisons.
the cul de sac
after Sylvia Plath
The uncertainity principle...
is something that haunts so many of us just starting out on life, hovering just beyond the periphery of parental constraints, where we fly or fall on a single smile, and…
does she really love me
3 monobun©Alan Summers
monobun term created by Alan Summers
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