She wakes while sleeping. While others rise with the dawn, their eyes popping open to see the day- She awakes when her eyes shut. Her world, only sensible when dreaming.
Of all the things I’ve tried. Of all the things I’ve attempted The effort expended in trying to love- In learning to love, Has been the most worthwhile.
Emotions welling up. Swelling thoughts, tides of confusion. Plug the hole. Drown the noise. Like a cork, Damming the escape route from a bottle. Trap it all inside. Controlled chaos.
Clasped cup in hand, I sit before the Bitter Tree. Chisel in hand, I chip away. Repetitive motions, absent of mind. My mother chipped, her mother, chipped. Now the relentless carving falls to me. Chipping away at an entrenched edifice... Continue Reading →
You feel like, Warm, buttery, syrup, Atop of golden pancakes fresh out the pan.