wormhole ovenbird I opened my eyes to the jubilant dawn. Through the slightest crack between my blackout blinds and the window frame day poured in as if the sun were pressing its face to the glass. The sliver of fire made a portal of my bedroom wall. If anything could have carried me to another dimension it was that golden gap in reality. And so it was with you, your soul slipping through the cracks, when I thought I had closed myself to light. 251108 what's it to you? who go blather from