“you will flourish like a rose in June.
something good will happen, wait and see.”

musings. strange type of light and heat in Brooklyn today. at least there’s good jazz playing. the wind is blowing, the walls are the right shade of red with proper art wisdom included.

people look at me like I am a different person in June. skin darker, hair shorter, eyes full of sad hope. it is always the eyes that give the house away.

it will be a long walk home. the moon gets fuller every night.