I'm still ripping out my eye lashes It makes me sad. I lay and wonder about the woes I cast and why I feel so bad.
Reflection is a tricky thing. It can bring up so much, but is never-ending Like the hyphen between never and ending Reflection is a process that loops.
You can feel as if you're on top of the world Once you've climbed out of a pit after reflecting... only to fall into a ravine after taking a few steps outside instead of running.
The journey to healthy is a tough one. I feel like I'm splashing in this gorge Flapping and flailing around, trying to escape and get warm
Overtime, I slow down more and more until finally, I want to give up Succumb to the bubbles... and perhaps, never wash up.
I went to, a world made, of water. To your average, everyday human being, it would have been, a natural disaster. But you didn’t, even have to, swim, with the water, in the houses, you just lived. And your feet, they never, got wet.
In dark times, I'll follow the stars from here to there, arriving at my center to trace my constellation. If tonight is all I have, I'll keep moving, one with my shadow, not knowing where this leads. I'll cover new ground when no one is watching as stars align to reveal a path through the darkness toward the bright spots ahead. I'll take in the view, under the stars returning the way I came.
I run, through forests barefoot aching with sore feet, tired legs and a cold heart...
I run, from wild-flowers, daisies and lavenders. As I cry myself to sleep- anxiously avoidant. Begging everyone not to leave me, while I sleep alone in another country- fearing closeness and distance at the same time...