Handwritten

but she was handwritten in a digital world her eye fixed on jacob's sweaty ladder because always gotta climb over the corpse of yesterday she had the worldly sense about her the grand sweeping gesture to encompass all seen and all implied to show your heart is in it for the long haul he watched her struggle so strong his long eyes from the fortress of his face such iron willed bravery she pours out the litany of reasons like pouring out a delicate wine threadbare clothes speak of a life of labors the field of her heart once tilled with bountiful crop once filled with the joyous sounds of laughter at harvest so much ventured to come to such an end his blackened heart has time for tales of the sun her dreams sweep you up in their turbulent elegance where all else that transpires is illusion while for that brief flicker of time you learned what it means to really live for the first time what its like to have your soul long for