reblog Shamsi Rhue

learn how to spell things in french
this is the beach of the brain
this is not beautiful, simply sad.
the ocean it is vast and cold and murderous
this is all a story

i am not an old woman in the park yet and
my cane hasn’t even been made

some people walk together

I have many heavy blessings and the devil on my right Hand side
i’m making my way through a crowd of scarred lopsided arms
that have all these Long luminous scars

and everything will never all be alright at the same time

so you have a good day
keep with the little things
simple sunlight

the moment

the instant


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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