I have retreated
from the battlefield
and left my fears to rot
I have pitched my tent
and opened a flame
-Saschia
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Snuggles
Snuggles are of most value to me in intense bite sizes. Just tight enough a hold to release my breath and only long enough to keep me missing you.
-Saschia
Timeless
Days go by
time is lost
I’m no longer sure what day it is
can’t get the hands on the clock straight
but it’s ok,
it’s ok that I’ve lost track
I’ll be back on track in no time
I just want to enjoy this timeless space
while I can.
Choppy
Waves rush over me
I sink in and
let them run their course
Breathing in uncertainty
exhaling relief
until I’m released
back into still waters
-Saschia
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Airy
A soft glow of light just outside my window hums a tune that takes me away for a moment. Under my down comforter I sip from a glass that doesn’t quench and air out all my thoughts that lack depth
-Saschia
nowhere
jumping jumping
from thought to thought
they lead
I lead
but none of it feels quite right
-Saschia
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Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied
where man is winged and birds speak
this is where I write from
and also from my heart
even when it seems meaningless
it is something
it is a piece of me
and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself
because for some reason I think I’ll need them
-Saschia
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Writing Like A Writer
We all do this writing thing different
That doesn’t matter
It’s not about how or when you write
it’s about doing it
it’s about continuing to do it
even when doing it no longer makes sense
There’s a silent commitment
between you and the words
and an image of you writing
alone
And that’s it
-Saschia
Musings
♥️
We rough, unrefined rocks have been tossed into the fire of life.
Those who cling to outdated ideals, who don’t honor the evidence they’re shown, who cling to comfort and simplicity when called upon to rise, will slowly and predictably be burned with suffering , then melted down into meaningless slag.
But those of who continually refine ourselves, who cut away the dull ore and polish what is left, we are neither burned nor melted.
We are forged.
Musings, Volume 1, available on Amazon Kindle: Musings, Volume 1
Today’s The Day
Good morning world
today’s the day to get it done
to finish all the things you’ve been working on
or maybe today’s the day to try something new
but whatever you decide
today’s the day
-Saschia
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