Poetry exists as a body attempting communication. — Sam Hamill
I wonder at people..
I stare at their faces, freckles, bangles, rings, and things.
I wonder at people…
Wondering where they just were, where they might go next.
I want to be inside their heads, daydreaming their life like a story book, unwritten.
-by me, a really long time ago. just found it in a Sticky Note in my computer.