We pay so much
Not just with the paper dollar
We pay with our time
And our awareness
We pay with our dreams
our love our bodies
There’s got to come a time
When we start saying no
We’re not paying anymore
♡Saschia
Doors
The steam around me is hardly noticed
my feelings
cooped in the shed
that came with our backyard
I take breaths
I feel the shower and take in that very moment
it feels so good to breathe
without a worry
My head rests against the wall
and I think of how hard it is to think
how hard it is to not be automatic
I swallow basic thoughts
crunch on mere survival
The fog fills the bathroom
and blurs the mirror
I cannot see me
but I can see the fog
❤ Saschia
Home Alone
Today has been my first day home alone in an empty house. Alone. The only sounds I hear are the washer and the air purifier. It’s musical. When my husband first left with the kiddos I felt like a kid in the candy store. I was rushing around trying to figure out what I wanted to do first. I had to rip myself away from the cleaning I do when everyone is home so I could actually enjoy my time alone. I decided to turn on the Keurig so that the water would be heated by the time I’m done taking my shower. I am a woman who requires a lot of freedom, but on the other hand, I will so loosely pass that up for my children. I just know, one day, they’re going to be gone living their own lives and I am passionate about investing in my children’s future.
I had to make sure I wrote this down so that I can always come back and appreciate this moment.
It’s Time to Write
It’s time to write
to jog my brain and look for the unsaid
unsaid, not as in never voiced by another human
but unsaid as something I have yet to release
a secret
a hiding truth that may explain my behavior
this, this is my therapy
I need it
and so that’s why
it’s time to write
❤ Saschia
Wanderers
Disconnected
Left to figure it out
“Things will come together”
We say with a smile.
But there’s always that one lonely sock.
♡ Saschia
What is it
The world is untidy
It’s a slew of casual dates and discarded marriages
Full of people searching for certainty
And people who ignore it
There’s flies on shit
Landing on faces and food
We kiss them we eat it
And what makes all this chaos beautiful
Is love pure love
♥️ Saschia
Lit
A gray cloud of hope escapes my mouth
It swirls around my head and seeps into my curls
“I want to keep it.” I told my husband.
But he didn’t hear me.
The moon shines down and trees pass us by
“I saw two shooting stars.” He states.
But I’m busy trying to smell the hope in my curls
To see the moon
And to admire the trees
Silence becomes us
But our minds, they’re lit up like Christmas trees
-Saschia
Word Preference
Words,
There’s not enough in English
But then again there’s so many it overwhelms me to think of a search
Everyday language is what I go for
Sometimes I wonder if this really is how I speak normally
Other times the flow hits me and my voice pours out from every angle without question
Those are magical times
But when it come to words
I prefer the ones that I use on the regular
There’s always enough of those
Too Late
It’s too late
I’ve tucked myself between two bed sheets
I’ve got work to do
But it’ll have to wait
Because these sheets got me sleepy
♡Saschia
