what_little_light raze so little leaks into this room now. i never knew how much i needed it until it was gone. a three-hour casualty of inessential tree trimming. i shook the dregs of a few fractured dreams from my hair, the dark shape of my face in the bathroom mirror still scarred by the loss of all the night saw fit to strip from me, and slipped into the clothes that would carry me through the day. i found what i needed nearer to the dirt: sun seeping in between the blinds of a worn window's ever-open eye. drawing what warmth i could from the star the world whirls around, i fell into the lithe arms of morning and let myself be held until i felt strong enough to stand under my own steam. 250425 what's it to you? who go blather from