Buckle in.. it’s bumpy

Hold on because this is a vent. And truly I don’t even know the origin point. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep and being drained, and then having issues staying asleep. Maybe it’s just… Sigh. Here goes, so… WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE A STRUGGLE? I repeat, WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE A

I know this doesn’t rhyme

Some days I sit and pray seeking clarity, guidance, and comfort  there are days when gratitude pours and spills this heart aches with the love it feels  love comes on many levels usually silent never being afraid to say what i feel when it matters even as i know growth will come after a shatter

Moments…in…Purgatory

“Space. It’s an illusion.” Silence hung in the air. Yours standing proud with certainty. Mine overrun with questions, stupidity quotas, and considerations of sleep walking. “Seriously, Space. It’s an illusion.” I really should take your mic, but my mind is still processing this reality. You continue. “It’s just a government plot to get us to

Haiku – Cryptic Lover

I need to slow down My heart is burning inside Unsure how to stop

Ummm, what happened

Build up, to tear down Still unsure why clowns have tears Dumbo’s ears and still can’t hear the song my heart plays I’m allergic to everything about you But we attract…sigh WE stand in the future Peering at my grave of bones formerly fleshy Before you devoured …life Stealth mode….a connoisseur…seeker of love …creator of