The sun is too far
to make sense of its shape
but the fallen leaves
have sharp edges,
enough to cut my skin
if I choose.
.
The danger
is not in where I go,
but how I get there.
And I am so open.
The sun is too far
to make sense of its shape
but the fallen leaves
have sharp edges,
enough to cut my skin
if I choose.
.
The danger
is not in where I go,
but how I get there.
And I am so open.