turning over a new leaf
after all, this IS a new leaf.
looking at me all clean and white.
don't look back in anger or sadness or in regret or compassion.
don't look back at all.
learn from orpheus's mistake,
and your own mistakes too.
i can't seem to recall anything anyway,
[other than 'the city' and what i love about it]
right now, from where i stand looking,
sit writing,
lay sleeping,
it's stark white and blank.
waiting to be filled with
days of laughter, colors, music, dancing, new places.
eurydice stands waiting. [alive]