And what keeps me still when my heart races ahead of where I have come to be, is writing as slowly as the tide leaves within the dark high of its homesickness for the weight of gravity.
11/29/2006
Posted on 11/30/2006Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
Great read, Angela. Thank you for sharing this piece with all of us. -Kat :)
Melancholy. Nice write