Sipping my coffee with the sun. The wind is singing and the trees are turning. I think I have a new season coming too.
Tag: poem
A Place Like This
In a bubble my distance is only so many feet. The trees, roads and sky always look busy. My anxiety is scared of the wind, the clouds are over my purpose. Can I skip to a new frame, somewhere far away where things don’t remain the same. I wanna go where the sky is pink, […]
I got tired of being everyone’s garden when all I have been given is weeds
Maybe I was selfish and accepted to be needed but they ran away when I thought throwing my dreams in the trash was enough for them. All I wanted was someone by my side.
I am Enough
Sometimes the loneliness swings back to me, I get these bad flashbacks. Deep in my head, I want an angel to wrap his gentle heated furnace arms around me while we are looking at the cherry blossoms, I want that connection attached like the oceans. It’s odd because I never felt affection, just pulled by […]
You are the blue sky, while he is the clouds. You are a rainbow that always smiles, while he’s the rain that understands my darkness.
I have all these wires and I feel I’m never myself, I’m just each wire at different times daily. A wire for work, a wire for family, a wire for close friends, a wire for social circles, a wire for the seasons, a wire for socializing, a wire for feeling, a wire for food, a […]
We live a life, constantly digging for our purpose.
Doodles of a sad child trapped in their own trauma.
Change can turn into collapse, if we dismiss knowledge.