I want to give
But not overwhelm
I want to receive
But not deplete
Sometimes I take too much
Sometimes I give too much
Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all
-Saschia
Tag: art
Up up up
Worlds open and shift
And move into silence
Things look up
We look up
For hope
For dreams
For guidance
Strong arms
Hang tight
While
Grips are loosen
-Saschia
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back
They never used to
Or maybe I just never noticed
Or maybe they did
And I’m just forgetting it all
-Saschia
Fragments stitched together
Smiles from laughter
From nervousness
And kisses from drunkenness
From the need to escape
Life teeters in our damp palms
With pieces of our lives piled high
I stitch them together with black thread
Strong enough to hang a shadow
Or catch a dream
Fragments, skin colored
A diversity of skins
Could cover my bones
Could cover my words
Smiles kisses palms
A foretelling
A history
A pitch black thread
-Saschia
Tap Tap
Intertwined
Wall on wall on wall
A door swung open
It didn’t quite slam
More like a tap
The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there
-Saschia
Fluff and Pillows
Blankets so fluffy my body can’t be seen
And pillows lots of pillows
Let me sink into the center of them all
To find the most comfortable place
And Leave me there
Trust me
I feel safe alone
-Saschia
Uncategorized Writing
I write to get it of my chest
To experience my thoughts as a mirror
To experiment thoughts I haven’t quite thought
I write so you aren’t alone
So I’m not alone
To have something to reflect on
And to prepare myself for the worst
To get myself through the worst
It’s truth
It’s fiction
It’s both
It’s a collection of so many things that can’t be categorized
It’s my art
-Saschia
It Finds Me
Hope finds me
Like a lurking child
fingers wiggle under the door crack
Shards of light break through
Hope finds me
A glimmer of sunlight
Reflecting off a droplet of dew
It makes home in my heart
Whether I like it it not
-Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides
He’s open to me
From a distance
It’s always one of us
Pushing the other
In someway
But when the numb comes
It comes
The only option
Is to write it away
The Wait
The feeling in my gut
the taste on my breath
both wretched
so I brush and skip a few meals
an act of hoping that the shift will come soon
I know it will come
It’s just a matter of patience
-Saschia
