today, multiple layers of blessing. and things will be good.
"It’s gotten to a point where everybody is concerned about their rights and nobody is concerned about their duties."
the clocks stop in this house
threads of tangled hands
spring forth like flowers
in yesterday’s winter
the tissues bloody in this house
splattered vinegar on white shirts
ply on like muscular dystrophy
reflected in cathedral glass
the windows shut in this house
blinds to keep the monsters out
black that keeps the monsters in
a stale fungus
in airless closed
lying in bed
simultaneous thoughts of getting that shower, staying up to do work, and cooking instant noodles…these thoughts that paralyse you together with the others about your future, your worth, your meaning.
trust that tomorrow you can get up.