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 wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
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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
Purpose
There’s a purpose for you A purpose only you can fulfill It is yours and yours alone Shape it Mold it and let it fill your walls Then make your place there don’t sit around and wait for your place to find you Places are stationary But you, my love, can move -Saschia
Full
I want this life The one right in front of me The family The home The writing The goals I want all of these things I’m so grateful for them -Saschia
Wind chimes dance before the storm Rain drums the bins It’s a show put on by nature A comforting display that soothes me into lala land Like nature We should ignite our talents using what’s right in front of us -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 ThenContinue reading “The Awake Version”
Imagination
She smiles and tells her story And I listen at how she will make flying elephants “Big or small” I ask “Small ones” I love her idea and Her mind and the way her eyes look when she thinks of all the magical things she’ll add to her secret little world of magic.
A Precious Thing
I rush to get my work done Less thought takes less energy Which sends me off to bed early I could spend the day contemplating The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life” But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great It’d be smushed betweenContinue reading “A Precious Thing”
Electric Girl
My body travels at unknown speeds It tries to go everywhere all at once I want to wrap myself tight To squeeze myself between my mattress and my box spring Or get rolled out like a homemade pasta noodle So I snuggle as close as I can to try and tame my electric skin -Saschia
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