a nap
a ceiling
and a sinking feeling
that the purple around the sun
is imaginary,
and, actually, the night road is
dark circles around my eyes.
my smile lies;
it likes lying.
a petrifying thought of fakeness,
and that grapes
were never sweet or sour.
it was simply one hour of a nap
when i dreamt of a Huysum canvas
yesterday on a lonely evening
or the day before;
all i am
is tired feet on a cold floor
and purring of a warm shower,
sour grapes
and my smile that fakes
happiness
must be the solar eclipse
study of a sunrise
windows
Black-(Sc)holes option pricing model is settling into my head at a very low speed; luckily, the library is full of awesome windows.
a constellation of windows makes a stylish desktop background.
I am sure right about now you are considering losing sleep over trying to get this wallpaper since nothing can be prettier than views from the ISB library windows. Don’t bother –> CLICK HERE
















