Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Want A dangerous word, thing, desire. “I want” The daily thought of this phrase causing a world wide vibration of a continuous, selfish,
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow, this mistress of mine, always just beyond reach. She seems to flit ahead of me, dangling another day of life,
Someday a day will come that passes by without me. The sun traveling across the sky without my gaze.
I went for a run today and it changed me. Running is the salve that repairs me. To breathe is to run, quiet contemplation, silent footfalls.
The snake sheds it’s skin, starting fresh yet older, the same yet different. So too can we throw off the cloak we have woven,
