time expands up to its panda bear by Glenn Ingersoll

The sun would not have you looking at stars. Are your half lives half-remembered or half-forgotten? You weren’t lost at sea but you were at sea. The music may be there today, curled in its little box. He only grows louder, comforted. I stopped to look at the beetle. The beetle stopped, hoping to be unseen. Perhaps it’s cheaper now. I smile, I wave, you … Continue reading time expands up to its panda bear by Glenn Ingersoll