it was not about politics
or a mirror reflected onto society
or the unexplored depths of some inner struggle.
it wasn't a tormented feeling burrowed,
never meant to illuminate or obscure.
it didn't trigger nostalgic memories
and the moral was not simplification.
the thought came, and left
as quickly as the action.
and it was, simply, the world seen
through the eyes of a feverish girl with a
fluctuating temperature.
what was that fleeting thought?
this room--it's free to wayfaring strangers? if so, how long can i stay without intruding? if not, how much is he asking for? i am looking at flights from los angeles to montreal. departure in february is ideal. i'll be sure to dress warmly.
thank you, soft asylum