Looking through shelves, books and treasures. I am suddenly awash with loss. A cavarn of emotions echo inside. Remembering who I used to be. The things that made me tick. Made me tock. The things that made me. Me.
Month: June 2023
Ripples
In the shine of the bathroom tiles, the round ceiling light reflects, like a moon over the ocean. On a still night.
Missing
You were in the air today. A thought that flitted through like a butterfly, the dappled sun coming through the canopy, a scent on the soft summer breeze. Just passing by.