when i’ve ceased
climbing
for fear of
slipping
i’ve grown too known to
my surroundings
and miss the noise
of strangers,
but do they miss
my whisper
amidst the
blurred out crowd?
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
when i’ve ceased
climbing
for fear of
slipping
i’ve grown too known to
my surroundings
and miss the noise
of strangers,
but do they miss
my whisper
amidst the
blurred out crowd?
hands in the garden 