False sense of reality from shadows on a wall. there is more than shadows on a wall, but there is nothing wrong with accepting it for what it is and allowing it to be so. i dont need to know whats causing the shadows to be like moving pictures and silent film. I'll take it for at least something beautiful. it's quite well done to almost nothing.
when the ice is melted away
and the hunger returns
i will be the same, but older
and maybe twice the bear
that i thought i was
I am more than I know myself to be. I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion
