a few years back, i met a wandering poet in new orleans. after talking for a bit, he wrote this for me. to this day, it is still one of my most treasured possessions. it’s strange how connected we all are. the human experience is not so singular or unique. and that is kind of comforting.
last night, submerged in
the late, late hours. we are
a candle burning ✿ without ambition
what becomes of us? sleepless,
yet i dare to dream ✿ staring, i’m staringÂ
at a screen in a dark room
you light up my eyes
