Sun bathes the eyes. I am here and waiting.
Waiting for something new. Something alive and
dead to return. The sun dives down. Where are you going?
In the darkness of this room, I can’t see a thing.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Sun bathes the eyes. I am here and waiting.
Waiting for something new. Something alive and
dead to return. The sun dives down. Where are you going?
In the darkness of this room, I can’t see a thing.