love
some strange cross between
coincidence and fate,
that place where the moon
teases you
not because it is –
it isn’t –
but because you told it to,
it did.
essays, poems, and remarks – a little lost but with a purpose
love
some strange cross between
coincidence and fate,
that place where the moon
teases you
not because it is –
it isn’t –
but because you told it to,
it did.