day 13

sleep fled furtively to remain in hiding until the laziness of the weekend to come i lay awake with the desire to be lulled back by the womb-like warmth and the deep black then i realized the day had already summoned with unquestioning authority, to arise. 1.13.17

day 12

full moon cycle ends i must wait a little more for the breath of spring the flush of love the something new 1.12.17

fear (day 11)

fear of connection small talk light flirt not real so i push for the visceral the real and they all run away… 1.11.17

day 10

sleep trapped me on this first day of school drugged by dreams and covers warm i lay past the nudge of my morning alarm 1.10.17

colorful (day 9)

can’t explain i smile at the coming day i know why but choose not to say from reaching the edge so many times covering up for all of their crimes sense of self is long lost on them now while i stride into technicolor wow 1.9.17