The stars have left us.
But we continue to speak of galaxies and universes we converse with, prayers we whisper inside pillowcases or wide open rooftops. Inside my pocket, a piece of paper remains neatly folded. Inside your mug, steam rises. The scent of coffee wakes up my senses.
Well. I was just musing about the first day of March and then I realized my word count was below 50 and so I decided to edit the ramble accordingly. What a useful exercise. Hahaha. Oh these thoughts of fifty words or fewer . Such motivating inspiration :)
So now, instead of including this entry in my 365 for 2012 Verses Project, I’m just going to start a new project but this time for prose: Fifty or Fewer for the 25th.
Yeah, yeah. You get what that means.