At times, I feel like I might be going a little mad.
Sanity hangs by a thread, entwined in my fingers, and I watch it wave and dance in the wind, enticing me to let go.
Continue reading “Flying Kites”At times, I feel like I might be going a little mad.
Sanity hangs by a thread, entwined in my fingers, and I watch it wave and dance in the wind, enticing me to let go.
Continue reading “Flying Kites”I didn’t have enough words in me to capture that moment. So I wondered, why not capture it as it is.
One of those rare moments of clarity when the world falls away and all that remains is a feeling of silent awe of being here, in the present moment, as part of something infinite.
Perhaps you'll forever remain A glowing ember In my heart; A bit of warmth, A touch of hope, A fleeting flame for pensive nights.Continue reading “Ember”
I think I am beginning to feel claustrophobic, with the weight of my multiple personalities closing in on me.
Continue reading “Claustrophobia”I suppose that’s how things are.
They fall apart,
And scatter at your feet,
You trample them
In the rush of time
And as you gather them
On a lonely winter night
Fall away again,
Through the nooks and corners
Of your arms and your heart.
Continue reading “How Things Are”