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.
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 →
In the midst of it all, Steal a moment of sanity. A moment of calm, Trapped between us.
I know what it is To be alive and yet Be dead. Inside, A beating heart. Yet. No breath. I know what it is, to be alive and still be dead. Live Marie. Live, feel what it means to be... Continue Reading →