In the morning
I hope they come to me
After reading
I wait them out
While I’m showering
I think about them
With a blank screen
I beg them to unfold
In the end
I just place one in front of another
♡Saschia
Tag: art
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold
Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out
there’s ping in her shoulder
for normal people that would be a bother
for her it is a sign of hard work
it brings her hope for a real bed
and a bigger blanket
-Saschia
In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose
and filled my chest
then continued to my legs
til I had to throw the covers off
some people grind harder than me
some sleep through their dreams
til their last breath
I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle
❤ Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it was his own butt the whole time. I’ll never know. The truth is I didn’t feel like writing about the wasp or anything else happening right in front of me but I couldn’t make up anything else more interesting.
Shared Air
Step… step
I think and think of shy hearts
The ones that were left alone far too long
The ones that have hardened over time
I want so badly to love and appreciate them for who they are
Because
The daily grind in this world calls for an open heart
Not a selective one
♡Saschia
Adventure Awaits
The bells are ringing
I don’t know what that means though
The crows are knocking
And bunnies are mumbling
So many meanings
So much reading
So much untaught history to be found
To be searched for
And 4am is the perfect time
If there really is a perfect time
♡Saschia
The Awake Version
Time passes so fast
once my eyes close
There are times
I close them to think for just a second
And when I opened them
The hours had passed me by like a shooting star
Sometimes I don’t even realize my eyes had closed
And I dream that my day goes on as usual
Then I wake up and realize nothing has been done
Oh so frustrating sometimes that life has to be the awake version of things.
-Saschia
Yes
The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth
Not a squeak to em
The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway
beams dance on the floor
Wiggling to some translucent beat
I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat
Shadows scatter
I freeze to admire the sight
I stand still
confident in the shadows return
But hoping the beams dance a bit longer
And hoping they return
-Saschia
#Amwriting
I want to write
I want to stretch my fingers
And let em go
Typing typing typing away
Lost in adventures
Lost in the scenes
Pushing pushing through the pain
Typing typing
Eyes closed eyes squinted
Teeth gritted
Pushing and typing
Hoping that finally a stiff book baby
Will exist in my hands
-Saschia
Blank-ness
The words won’t slip out.
My legs twitch
with electricity
and my mind black as the deep blue.
I’ll fish and meditate
and search for a hook
but when nothing comes
all I have left is a defensive rotation between
force and small rests
-Saschia
