There was a little moon imprinted on the sky this morning. A bird circled it, as if it knew. A man at the bus stop, didn't. I paid them no mind. I am living my best life. Here. I am now.
June 3, 2021
Except where otherwise noted, the content on this site is licensed under a Creative Commons CC0 Universal Public Domain Dedication License.
Air is free, sound is free, words are free. To believe otherwise is to be enslaved.