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. -Saschia
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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 More at Jayne.Press Airy
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 More at Jayne.Press…. Art
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 someContinue reading “Art”
Musings
Originally posted on Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha:
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 Those who cling to outdated ideals, who don’t honor the evidence they’re shown, who cling to comfort and simplicity when called upon to rise, will slowly and predictably be burned with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…
Today’s The Day
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 Jayne.Press Nesting
Nesting
boxes, bins, and labels where to put it where to put it space saver clutter buster ugh, I broke a nail garbage bags empty boxes bend bend bend batteries screw driver or is it an Philips head whatever, as long as it fits The baby’s coming deep breath baby’s coming -Saschia Jayne.Press Nap TimeContinue reading “Nesting”
Nap Time
I think I might take a nap let the waters lift my burdens on my descent I’ll rest my eyes and let silence wash over me hugged by darkness til I’m roused by the light -Saschia He’s A Writer
He’s A Writer
We have a writer in our midst He’s wild, and uncouth and scares the others away with his insane laughter and honest mouth but the truth is I want to hear everything he has to say -Saschia Your story needs to be heard Check out my last post at Jayne.Press
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