windrag : poetry : journal

clear spring night: the train— the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?

clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?

love doesn’t judge the way it finds itself. it loves, and in loving, proves.

if you haven’t held a wrong view, i don’t trust you. but let’s hug, and talk.

magical thinking, intuition. compare and contrast, forever