There’s a certain hope that comes in autumn , the wild wicked summer air dissipates and makes way for something calmer, something cosier. Not necessarily safe, but comforting. I ease in to the cool crisp air and sigh as I watch the leaves around me start to tinge with muted orange, playful yellows and boldContinue reading “september”
Category Archives: convos w myself
Running
I am constantly running from endingsthe gripping fear that things will changethe fear that they won’t.Sometimes the moment feels so comfortableI just want to sit and bathe in the solaceHow do I slow down timeher liquid curves sometimes like honey,other times like waterand I am but awash in her currentgrasping at sticks stuck in theContinue reading “Running”
grief spins
I never thought I’d be sitting here wishing for a conversation with a ghostimagining the ways in which my mind might convince me it’s a trickpleading with life to let me have just one more momentI know you can’t come back, I’m not so naive but surely you could reach out from beyond the veilwhereverContinue reading “grief spins”
Spring Symphony
Ah! what soft heart does spring make of me how joy and wonder come back the second the temperature tips above ten degreesthe way I could spend hours spinning around the grasswhispering wishes to bees that drink from dandelionsa reminder that nature is in harmony, that she wastes notand here I am amidst it allsparklingContinue reading “Spring Symphony”
Thoughts on Energy
Sitting here, surrounded by grey gloomy skies, threatening to spill over at any moment. The house is cool, I should be studying, and yet here I am, reflecting, reflecting, reflecting. Lost in my subconscious, ever self-important. So let me share where I’ve ended up, because it’s on the tip of my brain and if IContinue reading “Thoughts on Energy”
the meaning of life
What is the purpose of life?Often askedmany answersbut what if it’s simple as this;to know love. Not just romantic lovebut platonic lovefamilial lovelove for a petor for a jobor even for a moment. To know love is not completewithout lossfor loss reveals the depth of our lovean unending cycle meant to show us our ownContinue reading “the meaning of life”
forever.
Another day where I wake up and I have the sense that you’re right thereclose enough to feel but not close enough to touchand yet last night, I swear I felt my hands on your chestyour heart beating rhythmically, my favourite safe place. I’m snapped awake and I have to remind myself that you’re goneandContinue reading “forever.”
little things
It’s funny,how we learn to appreciate the little thingsyou know, how the sky still has a tinge of light at 5:33and you smile to yourselfmaybe even feel that shiver of electricity run through your veinsthe whisper of warmer weather calls to youand suddenly the bitter cold winters seem bearablethere’s pleasures to be had ahead.
Oh January
I never liked January, it’s always felt stark white, cold, in comparison to the whimsical nature of December. I guess that makes sense, I’ve always been a one foot on the ground, head in the clouds kind of person. I try to see the good in everything, when I can remember to, when I’m notContinue reading “Oh January”
playing with fates
He’s just a boy, at heartchasing pretty facestrying to bury his demons in flesh. I’m just a girl, at heartpulling up my drawbridgeplaying princess, alone in my ivory tower. We’re just bad for each other, at hearta chemical reaction not meant for this life.
pretty words for wicked girls 