Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.Joan Bauer, Almost Home
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Pablo Neruda
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps…
Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart.
Let it snow!
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