The Ⓣheorist: Thinks, feels and wonders for your day.

Looking out from
a window from
where you are from.

Any
how.

Speak until the
names of things 
need new ones.

A faded scrapbook,
a reassembled teacup,
a mouthful of moments. 

Home;
where your hair
smells of herbs.
The ones we planted.

SUNSHINE & FREEDOM
Here is that rainbow,
I’ve been praying for.