(no subject)
The wind is rising and it rattles like rain. The trees talking tonight; the scrape of the leaves singing just a bit.
I wish I could help more. I suppose it's selfish to find internal despair in response to others' problems, but I wish the heart on my arm could transfer meaning and intent and comfort and calm to those around me.
I wish I could help more. I suppose it's selfish to find internal despair in response to others' problems, but I wish the heart on my arm could transfer meaning and intent and comfort and calm to those around me.