Oh, Saint, can you hear my voice from ages past? I hope against hope because your voice seems to be the last. Oh, Saint, may I ask a question? Will you proffer a suggestion? Oh, Saint, to your name, thereof, My question is this, what is love?
Tag: february
Verse for this February twenty-ninth
Fourteen days have passed since the day that never was, and I find myself here, in this unwanted moment, this day that never belonged, this February twenty-ninth. I was running that day, full strength and head strong, hurtling towards the precipice, adrenaline fueled, fight or flight blinded, heart pumping, right off the edge where I…