Head(space)

“unbeingdead isn’t beingalive” e. e. cummings Another draft from the beginning of December for my fellow winter, bluesy babes because vulnerability is all I got left. Hang in there folks, it’s war out there. ~ I hate the cold season. In the warmer seasons, I already tend to feel fidgety and anxious when saying outContinue reading “Head(space)”

Reset

Where will I find you againMy friend?On this road or at anotherBend?Maybe, at the end ‘We are all just getting by’A statement presentWhen we Cry But the truth can’t Lie We’re all just trying to getByLeave me flowers near my Stone,Once I have left this world Alone,After you have finally grown Older, May love findContinue reading “Reset”

melancholy

the sun is awake! curtains pulled to a shallow sea the waves begin to stir with a restless ache the sun has stolen me, how to make them understand that i am fear’s permanent reside words are not thoughts nor thoughts words; fragments and slivers the world is in motion, in tune with the sea,Continue reading “melancholy”