I have seen

well I'm just speechless... and humbled and all kinds of shocked and excited.

thank you. THANK YOU.

Thanks, intricately-ordinary, for the suggestion!

and thank you neurotype-on-discord for featuring it!

and thank you to everyone who's read, commented and/or faved the piece!

well here it is:  Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like. 
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it. 
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
"Insomnia, love."
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac for those of you interested

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some more thanking is in order, though! imaginative-lioness has me as one of her literature roadtrip things-to-see, I guess I'll say. really interesting project she's started  and it seems to be catching quite a bit of fire in the lit community. I may, if time allows, give it a try! no promises though, haha. I'm just honored to be part of the first roadtrip. here is the group: literatureroadtrip.deviantart.… if y'all have the time you should totally jump on that bandwagon

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lastly, my most recent piece  streamI believe it is best heard: https://soundcloud.com/gravitycorner/stream-1
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let me be honest with you
I am small enough to fit into pockets and be forgotten
tangled up in the loose ends of jeans 
quieter than the twinkle of coins against keys
that
is how small I am
to every hand I've been in
and there are not many I let hold me
in this form because honestly
I said I would be honest
I am so much larger than pocket change
or I try to be
far away and expansive
somewhere where you 
can't
quite
reach
top shelf
one cereal box over
not hiding from your grasping grasp
I want you to
take me away and
spend me to fill you
up
but looking closely into my
naked eye--
window to my naked soul
is not a glance I offer
to many
(I think the ground is the only one to stare so deeply)
you see?
there
is my honesty laid out like
bread crumbs to the universe,
me, brimming with its nature
a nature in you too
but even with this, vastnes is being pretty well received which I am both surprised and again, humbled by. it was recently featured here by flummo (thank you so much!). it is one of my more open pieces...as you all probably know, I am a pretty closed person so it is nice to know how moved people are by my sharing part of myself in a less veiled way. it is first and foremost a spoken word piece so I encourage you to listen first ^^ if you're so inclined. as always, I appreciate the support.

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I will try my best to reply to as many inbox-y things as I can! but for now know all y'alls support means the world to me.

hope y'all are well

--Gravity