On some cloudy afternoons,
the dusty brown fan on the
on the crusted ceiling in my room
seems to be the only thing
in motion in my life right now.
the dusty brown fan on the
on the crusted ceiling in my room
seems to be the only thing
in motion in my life right now.
As I watch it spinning
in circles, blurry and
confused, I appreciate
the quiet stillness
that accompanies me.