January 24, 2012

No return address.
Nothing.

Just a bone smooth smile,
finger prints
and a signature.

Health. Peace. Strength.
New,
daily adventures.

It’s winter.
Cold time makes a woman
break things.
Makes family
alien.
Contrary to popular belief.

Contrary to;
the Padre,
the preacher,
Santa,
the Rabbi,
the Virgin Mother
and all of the saints.

Sometimes,
we’re not worth the love.

“Guilford”

(by Seamus S./daysrunaway)

(Source: water-town)