words…

they buzz and swirl while I sleep a funnel cloud scratching, nagging tickling memories inciting panic ensuring unrest until their buzzing leads to tossing turning and I open my eyes in the dark.

reasons…

reasons don’t matter I have them plentiful. meaningful. beautiful. trivial. but they don’t matter. reasons have no soul they don’t wake from a dream wanting... breathe life into an inconsequential day... make memories... reasons won’t change your heart or mind... and they won’t soothe mine. -CK

and we’re back to the poetry…

moments that feel like memories when something cold stops you catching a breath in your throat holding it uncomfortable until you can decide what it is torment or hope fear or relief something familiar but unexpected you can't know until it passes  

how very un-catlike…

curled up where in the summer there would be sun shivering but not from winter's nip as limbs stray reaching for long gone warmth not caring that they'd be warmer tucked in curled up protected from the hazy light that will never be a sunbeam

poetry time again…

words softly spoken but audible for no one to hear whispered as they appear on screen with more feeling than the clack of keys can muster beneath shaking fingers a shaking head and stillborn breaths.

worlds

entire worlds exist behind each set of eyes as they stare intently or close to contemplate finding tales that will never see the light of day as lives play out inside minds daydream and play pretend imaginary friends that lead the way in tickling spring rain in warm summer grass in crisp fall leaves in … Continue reading worlds