I do the best I can.
\nIt is not enough.
\nI search for gold in my veins.
\nThe rust of iron is there.
\nA piece of mildewed paper
\nwith words,
\nclothing I\u2019ve outgrown.<\/p>\n
The house of my soul
\nis built from sincerity.
\nLove of plain things.
\nPeople dear, beyond belief.
\nAdmiration for beautiful faces.
\nA sense of doors.
\nI do not know what\u2019s behind them.<\/p>\n
I know I will live somewhere,
\nalways.
\nI know that now.
\nEven to be dead I will know that.
\nSo I wonder how things happen,
\nthe places I am going.
\nWill I ever know where light comes from?
\nOr what atoms do in the dark?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I do the best I can. It is not enough. I search for gold in my veins. The rust of iron is there. A piece…<\/p>\n