I had the opportunity to visit Sternberg in the Swabian Alps, just a short drive away from where my sister lives. She and her mother took me on an adventure through the greenery of the charming mountains.

The other was perched ever-so-elegantly upon intricately embroidered pillows and cushions, a novel from the bookshelf blessed by their selection, and a warm fire burning beside them, illuminating the inked patterns which kept languor at bay.

how I hate you

emotions can never explain

the faults I find in you

i can never escape

the way I feel

i can never understand

the way I see you

in all your horrid glory

it’s inexplicable