Scattered, pieces of house dust thrown up from a pillow. The warm sun hits you smack dab in the eye, It feels so good. You sink to the bottom of wherever you’re headed.
My second-hand life. I want to live, Be me. Stop playing the game, Turn off the faucet.
I am no weakling I will not break At your silent quivers Your thrown words. Who you think I am, Or want me to be? This is me, I am no weakling Beckoned by your call. My heart speaks And I will hear her. Maybe one day, You will Bask in the love That has … Continue reading Hidden – May 30, 2019
I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it. But I do, For others Even when there’s nothing left for me.