we row a boat of fate and the waves will take us to where we need to go
The cat stops walking and I, too, stop breathing.
if I squint, maybe I can see the stars
It wasn’t hard to get hold of you. You were online when I sent the message. You might have taken a few more minutes to respond than necessary, but you did anyway, and I thank you for that.
the sky was pink, out at the sea
The day we talked, the sun was about to set. It turned the sky pink, out at the sea.
A New Year
2019. It feels like it is a repeat of 2018 but instead of feeling like it launched itself away from the linear timeline, it feels like it is dragging on and occupying the space that 2018 didn’t spend any time occupying.
