I like it when its windy indoors
My fan is on all hours of the day
The noise soothes me
And the leaves of my plants
waving in the wind
Pleases me
The breezes have the softest touch
No human could ever replicate
And so that’s why
I treasure the kind of peace
That settles in my room
When its windy indoors
I’m here again In front of a candle It is lit, it wanes , it roars It scares me I’m hesitant to let it guide me What if I drop it? Like I’ve done the others? A candle graveyard Lies behind me Melted beyond recognition Shame is mixed into the soppy wax of these past…
She sets time aside for herself The black mirror displaying that which she find arousing Moments that normally evade her come to mind Adding to the intensity of this experience A muffled constant buzz sounds out Its rhythmic pattern undoing the tension of everyday life replacing the tension with a warm fuzz From that grows…
I can’t sing with you here I can’t dance with you here I can’t smile with you here I can’t laugh with you here I can’t breathe with you here
If there’s a cosmic entity out there Collecting these bones Wherever they may be I hope they cherish mine When my time comes I can’t stand the thought of being forgotten I hope they preserve me with utmost care I hope they brush the dirt off my bones like a passionate archeologist would a fossil…
Its 3:00 am and I’m drowning again You come to my room and perch on my back Dragging me back to shore Thank you I can breathe better now
What I’ve been doing to get ready for my first ART fest!