Random #61

‘Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces

I’ll pull out my heart and I’ll feed it to anyone’

Random #60

I wake up one morning
and I’ll look at the wind
and I’ll see a song and music

Though I’ll feel nothing
and hear no tune

I’ll look behind me
and see poetry

– Anon


“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”

— Ojibwe saying

Random #54

‘So you can wipe off that grin

I know where you’ve been

It’s all been a pack of lies…’


'The reed used to like the rain...

... But that was merely her selfishness'

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