escapril

monochrome: (could i borrow you, emily dickinson)

there is only one wall
on the other side there is only
one tree
and on the tree there is
only one bird
and in me
the bird speaks
but only on gray mornings
and only when i'm lonely
so most of january
all of winter, really
but the wall is my neighbor's
and so is the tree, hunched over like
an ancient man
but the bird belongs to me
"sweet darling, stop wedding the dim and doom. stop taking rain clouds to bed. and stop looking for me. breathe. we aren't yet dead. you've such beautiful time left"
she croons
and for a moment
i know she's right