7 May 2012
The world seemed smaller today, Every coloured door closer to it's step. The letterbox a gaping hole, Grinning for some unknown news.
So I peek, and I spy, and thumbs imprint- As I grip some unknown frame. Fingers creaking, wood creasing and the sound of my heart-
The doorbell.
Would you welcome a stranger? A stranger with a familiar name. The words seemed softer to say;
The world seems softer today.
- AB & MB
Taking In Turns • Opuss № I