I don’t pay attention to themwatching in horror as I wrap myself into a cocoon and meltGrowing new parts and forgetting false starts…
some days I fadesome days I lay my weighted headin unknown armswhere unknown palms
How did I find myself here?Life is so circular. We repeat patterns, wondering if we are progressing.Or, perhaps just making…
and here we are
Go, go to the sky
I am sitting in my chair,but my mind is in a field — flowers in my hair.
Subliminally
Going through life every day
Pretending to live
