You are a dancing breeze on a claustrophobic day. Whispers of hope in the dust. A fleeting relief, a kiss of ice. Just passing through.
Confetti, my heart falls. Soaring in the bitter cold. Falling crisp as ice. Broken.
Worn like thin rubber. Weakness tears a hole. Gradually the air escapes. Let down over time.
thoughts of you
I got asked to write something happy….not sure if this counts.
The ocean sang. Each wave pitched a note, each tide spoke a lullaby.
She sat on the empty beach. Hands hugging her knees, her bare feet nestled beneath the blanket of sand. A canvas of blue lay before her. Bright. Beautiful. Alive.
The evening sun kissed her face, its warm touch delightful. Its close embrace welcome.
Beneath the glowing light she basked, listened to the ocean song.
Laying back she was happy. She was alone. As the waves lapped her feet she was free.
Asleep we fall,
Into the waiting dark.
Dream of shadows,
The light consumed.
Flicking through the gallery, snap shots of the day. A chronology of events recorded in the digital archive.
One day is empty. No pictures, no posts. Something must have happened. Something always happens.
If it’s not recorded, did it happen? If we can’t look back how can we see?
A day lost. A day erased. Why couldn’t he remember.
Letterbox delivers a
bouquet of envelopes
maybe today she thinks.
But each thorn bites
tears at her heart
maybe tomorrow she thinks.