As the golden bit of moon’s glory set behind the mesa to our west, I thanked our Creator for its beauty. For its romantic light…
A short poem asking what is real?
Who invented God?
What does empathy feel like?
Matches are made, souls are united
I smile
into the mirror,
Attention. The tension.
Remember me? Yeah, I know…it’s been what? 10 years…since I wrote something in here.