I've returned, I've transformed, I've found love and comfort, I've sought out for the unknown, only to realize that it is faster than me. I've not yet discovered my true self, my passions, my drive and my goals. and yet, as I tread, growing tired, I realize that sometimes the unknown will remain unknown.
I hope you're all doing well! it's been about two years since I've last posted. I hope you continue to seek clarity and truth from yourself and from others. with love, kim
One of my favorite things you do Is mumble in your sleep A wispy whisper, secrets only we know Underneath heavy sedation, The comfort of avoidance Life wanders off, forgetting us Cotton fresh and messy hair The sun doesn't dare bother us Anything matters only in these short breaths, enclosed.
I used to make little whirlpools with my finger, In the dark When I was a bubble, you couldn't hear my pop I landed back in the cold water Bleach to sanitize, never enough My eyes were bloodshot underwater And I dove to the safest place The bottom of the sea The sea shells were never real And neither was your face The pressure in the trench would take my breath away Float to me, I always screamed But I was too busy chasing the light.
The building I live in, with a single room of sanctuary and safety. Fireflies in the dark when the lights are out, Polaroid pictures of treasured memories, of people I long to protect. A gentle patter of rain, the drip, drip, drip of a leak on an open window. A breeze of dew and humidity filling my nose, a golden beam illuminating me. Rubber tires slowing in the puddles across the pavement. I sing. A distraction.
i really like this website, i’m glad i found it when i did