D.W. Blake resides in in Orange County, CA. When not attempting to spell, he fakes guitar in music organs such as Daryl BlakeTM and Grinning Ghosts. True blue shy-ster and One Piece enthusiast (but only the manga), he enjoys pretending he is a wizard.
What words do you need to tell yourself to know that you are valuable just as you are? I don’t need words, perhaps not even sounds, the particles of light racing always across the galaxyover specks and flecks of ash and flesh, and empty What is “special” but a word? letters! “value” and “worth”a series of muscle movementsand air, ink strokes andmanhattan I look to the stars where gas giants shine like beaconsfor over a trillion years away whiffs of lights and faroff heavens small ripples in infinity only finite in our capacity to comprehend us needing a beginning and an end to make sense of sky and night, the same
and no sounds will echo not in a vacuum if anything, time is the fabric, no sounds stretching across time
and only the stars I saw only the stars I saw, were mine drawing a picture of mine I could not make out but could make no other either