a/k

distance

"distance is a precarious thing,"
she says as she twists her blonde hair
carefully around her darkening mood.
if it feels like painting without light is
something like disappointing your mother,
then it's assured that the brush
will never leave the desperate clutch
of your fingers
and
the loneliness that fills your life with
its haunting flavor will force an entry
into the heart that's asking.

If you would like to continue reading more, the previous article is called G20 Notes.