Certain. What is certain to me?
that I do not know myself truly, not yet
that I will be here, always, for those whom I call acquaintances.
that art, all art, is timeless.
that I am made of pieces of everything,
glued together by those who care.
that they are what tie me down.
and I will do anything for them.
Posted in response to the challenge Certain.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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