Photo by Du01b0u01a1ng Nhu00e2n on Pexels.com
Winter clears her throat,
pulls on her coat,
and begins the long walk home
Silver clouds follow her
Whispering secrets no one stops to hear
Photo by Du01b0u01a1ng Nhu00e2n on Pexels.com
Winter clears her throat,
pulls on her coat,
and begins the long walk home
Silver clouds follow her
Whispering secrets no one stops to hear
Pitty pitty pitty pat
Ran the kitty kitty cat
Down the stairs in seconds flat
Why?
Because
And that is that
Kitty kitty kitty cat
I always told myself when I escaped Texas, it would be different, but …
Photo by rawpixel.com on Pexels.com
is this the beginning or the end
sometimes starting over feels just like passing through
just like redirecting to true north
It’s ok
That is what everyone will say
Close your eyes
It will all go away
Tomorrow,
is another day
I dreamed I was a fly on the wall.
Quietly watching.
Until,
One day I was.
She found herself slipping into a dream
The prison that appears to be all there is
The best she can do
but ….
Photo by samer daboul on Pexels.com
They will come flooding in like starlings
it must seem tragic, or terrifying, or melancholy
and the only remedy is hate and fear
You wake out of habit
or bad dreams, and forgotten errands
A tonic of panic and melancholy
And what is life without it
Believe me you will sleep again
Do not over think this
It doesn’t have to be perfect
Only true
From inside
Looking out
Reaching through the bars to feel the grass
To see the sun
The wind blowing through the trees
So the world is spinning
The west wind is singing me to sleep
Dreaming
I’m awake
I’m awake
I’m awake
I should be watching the clock
The clock with hands
I never understood what it meant
To me it always meant wait
Until
It meant too late
It always meant should have
Until
It meant could have
I don’t have clock hands
I have shadows
And the sleeping cat
And the wind through the trees
And the dream
BGeneric 