24 Frames of Dreaming

It's one of those days: an in-pain, medicated-up-to-my-eyeballs, climbing-the-stairs-is-a-major-achievement day.

So, naturally, I'm writing haikus.
Terrible ones. But haikus nonetheless.

And since this blog is really just a fancy excuse for making myself write, I'm going to keep haiku-ing until they get good.

Alright.

No. 1


Yellowed leaves fall, but already
their place fills with budding life:
Another fall within a future spring