snow ox

[heliosphile]

February snow this white, that is far better kind of white, fall softly to blanket last year of betrayals, those layers of sticky fingered slayers. This morning the car that drove past was a wrong shade of blue. In manila, there are neon stickers of Jesus on a motorcyle, Jesus in a car, and they channel the prayers of humble drivers for the road to

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[anonymous]

Salt can be bitter, salt can be sweet,
Salt is the taste upon which we meet.
Time flies by, yet memory is green,
Blue is the room in which we might scream,
Of joys fulfilled, in haste we repent,
Whom shall we love, when our soul has been spent?

water for salt

[heliosphile]

what is spent shall still bear remnants, where, in search of them love finds love
love found unlocks with paper keys our hearts, unlocks fingers to etch new faces, new letters,
new stories of wells in the desert for the little prince