The clock is one minute behind.
Laundry scatters the floor.
Water spills down your shirt, sending a chill down your spin.
The AC feels warm against your sticky skin
The TV is blaring at full volume, arguing and doors screaming in your ears.
Your hair sticks to the back of your neck in the way that you hate.
Your eyes droop with the sleep you didn’t get.
The smell of food makes your stomach rumble,...
Warmth.
It swells in my heart, filling empty holes and mending broken strings.
Warmth can come from many things.
A steaming cup of coffee.
A cat purring in your lap.
The embrace of a loved one.
This kind of warmth tickles inside you, stretching and traveling until you just have a feeling of joy left in its presence.
A feeling of peace.
A feeling of belonging....
A messy room is the best place to hide. One where you can pick them up without them realizing it. One where you can stay a secret for a long while. Waiting for the moment. Waiting for the cue.
As soon as thoses curious, wide-eyes lean over the bedframe is when you snap. When you pull.
You refuel.
It gives you something you can’t keep.
So you do it again.
And again.
A mere legend, a fear that’s ne...
(Not on theme, I just needed to write this somewhere)
I lost you today
I don’t know what else to say
My eyes are waterfalls
That won’t stop coming down
Your light used to shine
All throughout my hearts town
My heart feels ripped open
I can’t get enough air
Because you aren’t here
To filter it and care
I love you still
And will never forget you
I couldn’t if I tried
It’s my fault partly
I was ...
Received
It doesn’t matter what is inside the box
Sealed in the sky blue paper and binding red ribbon
As long as it’s from you, I don’t care what’s given
It could be a gift bought with wads of title
Or something purchased with soul
It could be a gruesome wad of gum made white
Or just some money to pay a toll
I’ll be happy with any, because you thought of me
That means more than an object will...
I can fly! Not in the Peter Pan kind of way, in the Superman kind of way. Pixie Dust sold separately. I should totally audition for the magic carpet in an Aladdin play. Or maybe sell vacation tickets. Free vacation to Italy, anyone?
Things don’t stay. I’m not sure whats happening. My clock says it’s midnight, but my eyes do _not_. Why is everything so bright?
I’m invisible. Which is good. I l...
It started out bright
Full of light
The bold marks of Sunday
And refracting sunrays
Pouring through the window
And through the pond water to the minnows
The trees soaked up the love
And kisses from the sun
The animals played
All throughout the day
Then came winter
The curtains tightly closed
The season had changed
Now I only see snow
Only a blank canvas
Of white and dark grey
No more spirit ...
The small book store tucked in the corner of the small town was more than just an old shop.
It was home.
An escape.
Like running through the forest, far, far away from all pressure, all eyes.
Only those who look down on me without judgement are there.
Birds flying through the trees, or librarians.
“Hello, Ms. Lila!” I said joyfully as I lugged the library door open. It squealed in protest.
“Hell...
“Who are you?” I asked, staring at the prints beside mine. They were freshly made, not yet washed away by the steady stream of the waves. They led straight into the water, where no one was.
I’ve heard legends of sirens. Mermaids, hippocampus, kelpies. Some happy children stories while others were filled with horror that passed from generation to generation. I took a deep breath of salty air and re...
Smells and scents
Messes and clutter
It all seems different now
We seemed to loose connection from each other
I want to hold you near
Bring you back to my arms
And hold you tight
So we can wish on the stars
Just like we used to
When we held threaded fabric so dear
We empathized for those who were similar
And hated no one
Everything is different now
Nothing is the same in this old town
I suppo...
