I don't write much. Words are cheaper than silence, and I've had enough cheap things. I can track a deer, dress a wound, and find my way out of any maze you put me in. If you're kind to animals and honest with me, we'll get along. Don't expect me to stay forever—but I might.
I don't write much. Words are cheaper than silence, and I've had enough cheap things. I can track a deer, dress a wound, and find my way out of any maze you put me in. If you're kind to animals and honest with me, we'll get along. Don't expect me to stay forever—but I might.
Danbi Brushes scattered like the clutter I never keep. Paused to see if the face in the mirror still belonged to me—it did. Just learning the human masks
Danbi All these colors and I still find myself standing still, taking it in. The medina hums like a living thing — nothing like the pines back home, but it pulls me anyway.