“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ― Emily Dickinson — they are not you my therapist says okay i say nodding a lie i don’t know what she means ever feel …
pink, like your brain
i search the pinkness no poem comes out sit in a busy cafe let the distractions seep into the poem i sit in my distraction-less room play a video Coffee Shop Sounds …
the smell of spring
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ― Pablo Neruda — gently softly reassuringly the aroma fills my being like a song sang with care by the most delicate …
i lost my concealer
i lost my concealer, somewhere between cruelty-free make-up and letting my skin breathe
the silent treatment
“When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi — maybe maybe, you don’t love me anymore maybe you can’t contain all of me tears and …
smell of summer rain
“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — the steamy air worms through narrow pine needles perching one drop at …
an evening swing
“It is the evening that questions thus from within me.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra — spring evening the sun sits low almost kissing the horizon its blinding glow leaks into the …