The page does not beg to be filled,
that is merely my projection
of it's supposed desire.
driving through darkness
how do we measure distance
guided by stars
I fall asleep
with books at my side
in the hopes
the words will find me
in my sleep
I love you as I wake
this cage is my home
"How is it the strength of those we love continues to surprise us?"
- a message to a friend
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