an epiphany, of sorts

she sings to the sparrows
         sitting
                   outside her windowsill.

their soft song keeps
     her hands from trembling;
         stops the world from ending.

one morning:
    she woke,
          & it was raining feathers.

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i am reading so much more than i have in years and this makes me extremely happy. overall i am beginning to feel a little more at home in my skin. we are having money issues, but that is neither here nor there. i am finding myself more and more exasperated and infuriated with a certain someone but, you know, i’m trying not to let it get to me. i figure, if our friendship is supposed to last it will sort itself out and she will realise how disrespectful she is being.

still, things are okay. and i am content in that. i need more submissions for the journal though, so email me your stuff!

love xo;