I’m sitting here and writing this with one ear lent to my playlist and the other at the mercy of the slightest sound of your breath. My eyes constantly darting from this journal to your bassinet. My arms ready to drop any and everything if a chirp from you orders their embrace.
I spoke to the lavender lady. She said she couldn’t hear me out because I didn’t sound like a bee. She pointed to the ground where her beauty is planted. Then she pointed to her neck tilted sideways to see the sun. We can never follow the light if we don’t hold on to our… Continue reading The lavender lady and me
And then there’s this year. The year that is taxing me for looking forward. I have a small stash left and I won’t use it up on projections. Looking back and looking forward, moments, eyes, and regrets are hanging on walls of empty hallways. I’m running to the very end of it.