(I am unconvinced that the unicorn above is going to stay in its pen. But I found the texture of this image pretty. Note that the image above is unconnected both to the text below and to the incident. I was just too lazy and busy to keep searching for the perfect image.)
The weight of the weave
Golden-winged horned horses dancing in green
I fold back light pages – light – to thoughts of your arms half asleep
“Your face!”
Hello
Chok Notes to Self 