one hundred and eighty two days blurred together like paint smeared on canvas like a photograph left too long in the sun like gibberish dreams that fill the night nothing makes sense silence binds isolation with threads left dangling, untended to knot in the early fall winds introspection dances on the edge with uncertainty avoidance brings inspection and distraction by the hand but I... I sit with you, love and wonder what you will teach me ~ la 2020
lei fraser 