here, I sit. Still, in this room. the four
walls are blooming flowers that tell
stories. Stories from her childhood,
how she swallowed her surroundings
and graciously proceeded further
north than expected. on the course of
mishap came a follower. one believed
to be something worth mentioning.
he traveled, with her, nervously awaiting
his stop and secretly speaking to her directly.
he looked at her, through the silence, and
whispered, " begin your journey, open your heart."