February 12-18

 

This one place, this one empyreal heart can be so much more than itself. Let it all rain upon you because it rains upon all. 

 

So then when the quiet descends, the white noise of light in the stillness of just you, let it.

 

You are no fist, no palm, no cheek nor knife. More than, less so, let them all suspect you of being vicious and ordinary.