(a Fib)
.
For
give
my salt.
Not my fault
you found my cloudy
core. Now that everything has fall
-en from above, how can we love these silver linings?
There’s a cold front moving in here
and one thing is clear:
the end of
this storm
is
near.
.
“how can we love these silver linings” – indeed – they are hard to appreciate. I’m imagining that the real storm is yet to come!