░bittennude;

once, because my matter of penchant carries a heavy weight.
a heavy weight of my dandelion heart thinking about you,
enthralled and moonstruck.

pined for, was the branches of solicitude breathe & rhythm.
the sun square and its intoxicant ran;
absurd-like, with diminishing providence.
faith lingers, as I hold on.
never letting go.

never letting go of our happenstance.

Here is (one of the) cover-page I did briefly, with the vintage typewriter i found at home.

It is for a book that I am currently writing about. Mainly my poetry stuff. Or just passages I made up. I’m still thinking if this should be my cover-page. I plan to find and hand-print a transparency over this cover, for a see-through effect.

This is one of those days where I don’t feel like doing any work at all, but just concentrate on this project. I don’t even know what I’m naming my book. Untitled perhaps.