Just me in the living room
the faint drift of outside mure

still the scriven ink a plenty scribbling away fading empty
still this captured, put down

until we have to face the world a plenty

still like a white feather falling
just me in the living room
transfixed, transposed exposed, I supposed

to all the frailities imposed

oh so still

13010425 - old notebook, quill ink pen and inkwell on wood background

the Student