Earth won.
Like it won every single soul it held thus far
Like every parent beaming with joy for a newborn
Like every plant winning its first bloom.
Tag: love
Six cups
The child, searching for any scrap of uniqueness, for definitions in her confused search for identity in the world she had landed in — and who, as I’ve mentioned before, did not have much else going on — clutched the number seven proudly to her heart, as if losing it meant losing a vital fraction of the little that set her ever so slightly apart from ordinary.
Hands in my pockets
I stay still and watch,
Stoically? Not only.
Helplessly.
Alleys 