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 ThoseContinue reading “Word Preference”
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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
Pep Talk
Let’s go We’re going to finish what we started This is just a pep talk to keep you going I know you’re eyes are heavy And your in the perfect position to sleep But there’s just a few more sentences We got this Let’s make people proud -Sasch to Sasch
Island Man
“I don’t know if I’m found.” “What do you mean seems like you have everything you need” “I don’t know if I’m found?v “Ok, that is something you have to figure out on your own. Let me know though, I’m interested.” -Saschia
Told It All
Her big brown eyes said it all They told all her secrets And screamed all her lies They worked together with her brows and her smile And when shes really nervous, even her laugh whispered her secrets -Saschia
Here’s to Good Days
Here’s to writing Whether it’s from my heart Or something forced out me -Saschia
I Believe
We are enough we are smart enough and driven enough we can filter through the lies and navigate through the storm we are strong and capable of so many things lets keep going we can do this ❤ Saschia
Words
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
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
Look It Up
Ah the doors open and wonder flows in like a late menstrual cycle from a woman who demanded a life of freedom The imagination grows like vines inside grasping everything in it’s web don’t save from this dream I don’t want to wake up yet ❤ Saschia Little purple person
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