I am sitting in the sun
That falls languidly 
Though my window
And 
Over my shoulders
It moves with time
I move with its warmth 
My Life now
Is just trying 
To keep 
Entwined
Within
The radiance 
And the beautiful
Moments 
The ones that
Warm the 
Dull
Pain and indifference
I smile deeply
With my tangled hair
And ink stained fingers
I have lived though
This….

by April Mansilla