Changling
For when is the majesty of this mundane world
so apparent if it is not when leaves,
Chameleons all,
burn so brightly? Continue reading Changling
For when is the majesty of this mundane world
so apparent if it is not when leaves,
Chameleons all,
burn so brightly? Continue reading Changling
And in the words of Mr. Croce, I wish I could call to tell them I’m fine. I only wish my words could just convince myself. Continue reading Isn’t That the Way They Say it Goes