Again, I am spotted at my windowsill– Feet dangling in the damp, summer air, With my gaze locked on the horizon. “What had I imagined all the years before”? The thought circles around in my mind while the light rain trickles in and the steam of my coffee trickles out— I take a sip. I’ve…
Never view a positive mind with ease, please. Understand, it is draining not to give into the fall, to believe I am capable of flying even as I crawl. So do not assume I’m weak, as I willingly turn the other cheek, there is more to a mountain than simply the peak. Still, Day after…
There you are, my familiar bane. Quick with a knife, yet slow to drain. The smile on my face, now layers back screams, As this beautiful disaster discloses at the seams. For a manipulative madness infects my tangled thoughts Critiques and contorts them ‘til their consistency rots. As a poetic memoir alliterating a mind’s misuse,…
Aurora|Wrote 