(Already a year? Damn, time flies. Thanks everyone.)

A purple icon

As night closes in I read

Many creative words

I can basically

Smell the chaos from satire

And death from horror

I don’t hear noises

Besides the clicking letters

And my own breathing

I brush the words here

Imagining meeting you

Your words have saved me

A taste of a place

The far away unknown home

Safe haven for all.